Chapter Seven
The next day at lunchtime she left the school and took a walk down to the beach, already the scene of several memorable encounters. As she walked on the sand, she thought about what had happened. Augusta was not one of those people who simply take life as it comes. She liked to reflect, even analyse, things that happened to her. She felt compelled to enquire into her own motivations and those of others.
She wondered about the difference between s*x with males and with women. Or f*****g, as she had now learned to call it. How did they compare? Surely it wasn’t simply a matter of the difference between a c**k and a cunt. Yes, a c**k could penetrate, and not only her cunt but all three orifices. But a woman could do those things to her too, with fingers or with suitably fashi
