A very good question
“Me? I was a good girl.”
“Yeah, right,” was the response.
“No, seriously, I was. While other teenagers were down the park drinking nicked cider and black, I was going to the church youth group.”
“Really? I don’t believe that.”
“I was. I was the lynch pin of the church youth group actually. When I left town, the whole thing pretty much folded. My mom still goes to that church, they still talk about me.”
“So, when did you become naughty then?”
What a damn good question. Just when *did* I become naughty? And what, really, is the definition of naughty?
Was it when I got fed up with the accusations of sleeping around from the boyfriend at home, so decided if he thought I was sleeping with someone else it wouldn’t matter so much if I did?
Was it when, after being dumped by the guy I cheated on the home boyfriend with cheated on me with someone I called a friend, and I responded by spending a week in the bottom of a cider bottle?
Was it when I was a sandwich student, living in a world of mid-20’s men, “finding myself” by being flattered by all these older men?
Was it, after splitting from a husband moving from older men, to much younger men?
Was it when I was I would go out drinking in New York until 4 in the morning, chatting to strange men and taking drinks off marines home on leave with their Iraqi bonus in their pockets to spend?
Are these naughty? Or are these just normal?