Molly Was a Good Girl
Number 1
Laughter.
Stifled giggles, more like.
As I lie on the wet, cold tarmac, I can’t help but wonder how I got myself into such a, shall we say, sticky mess.
I’m a nice girl: I don’t answer back, I don’t pick on girls who are weaker than me, I don’t do drugs... well, not the bad ones anyway. I’m a virgin, I don’t wear slutty clothes and I’m not doing too badly in school. I’m late every day, but that’s only because my bed is always too damn warm to get out of.
But maybe all of those things I listed are the reasons why I’m lying face down in an alleyway at 3am on a Wednesday morning?
No, that can’t be right. Can it?
My mind is so screwed up at the moment. I need to get home, and go to sleep.
Where am I?
...
Oh, bollocks.
Stifled giggles, more like.
As I lie on the wet, cold tarmac, I can’t help but wonder how I got myself into such a, shall we say, sticky mess.
I’m a nice girl: I don’t answer back, I don’t pick on girls who are weaker than me, I don’t do drugs... well, not the bad ones anyway. I’m a virgin, I don’t wear slutty clothes and I’m not doing too badly in school. I’m late every day, but that’s only because my bed is always too damn warm to get out of.
But maybe all of those things I listed are the reasons why I’m lying face down in an alleyway at 3am on a Wednesday morning?
No, that can’t be right. Can it?
My mind is so screwed up at the moment. I need to get home, and go to sleep.
Where am I?
...
Oh, bollocks.