Chapter Twenty-Five
Judith was always ready to expound her opinions. She liked to think about s*x, not just enjoy it. To adapt Socrates, she would say, the unexamined s*x-life is not worth leading. Tonight she was seated on the table in the lounge, glass of wine in one hand and cigarette in the other. The girls weren’t supposed to smoke in the sorority house; come to that, they weren’t supposed to drink either, but Judith prided herself on her easy flouting of the rules.
“What, I wonder, girls, are the relative merits of young cunt versus old?”
Several girls were sitting around listening. Judith was always entertaining, even if pretentious. Especially entertaining if pretentious. Before anyone else could get a word in edgeways Judith began to answer her own question. “It’s hard to under
