Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward. Next to the first one in the morning it's the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it.
I lived at home and I cycled every morning to the railway station to travel by train to Johannesburg followed by a walk to the University carrying sandwiches for my lunch and returning in the evening the same way.
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Yesterday morning I amused myself with an exercise of a talent I once possessed but have so neglected that my performance might almost be called an experiment. I cut out a dress for one of the women.
