I don’t even think you could question it. I wasn’t a sweet, innocent eighteen-year-old anymore; I was a slut, a sex-craved slut. In the space of a few weeks, I had had two threesomes and doubled my sexual partners. I had also had sex with my first woman, who also happened to be my best friend and daughter of my friend with benefits, Paul. I also knew that I loved being with older men. Sarah and I had kept in touch since o...