Saint To Slut in Just Seven Days: Monday, A.M.
This isn’t a confession as such and it’s not a diary entry as I have never kept a diary in my life; it is just the sordid story of how my life changed in a week. It started with me doing something that I hadn’t done in a long time. Perhaps because it had been so long since the last time that I was out of practice. It was something that I avoided doing as much as possible. I didn’t enjoy doing it because it filled me with dreaded anxiety and it was generally a rather depressing exercise. What is this incredibly difficult and tedious task, you may well ask? Did she go bungee jumping? Sky diving? MMA fighting? Well, no, nothing that extreme but it sometimes felt like it to me. I went clothes …