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After that first time, Julie and I became full time lovers. I stopped accepting dates with boys, all they wanted to do was try to get into my panties, and bust me open. I had enough dates turn into groping sessions that felt like I was being molested by an octopus, and all the horny guys trying desperately to shove their fingers, not to mention their pricks, up my pink hole, I was tired of that scene. Not that I was averse to losing my virginity, but I wanted to lose it to someone special, and after we became lovers, I realized I wanted to lose it to Julie. What we did our first time together had become regular foreplay, Julie told me that my orgasm made my pussy taste extra sweet and juicy, and she told me that pressing down on my hips and ass as I masturbated really made her pussy pulse with desire.

I am sitting in the attic office of the French-Italian charity Parada, which trains homeless people from Bucharest in circus skills. Alongside me is the forty-something director Ionut and his younger colleague, social worker Adina. This is Sanda, I later find out, a 39 year-old former prostitute and heroin addict who, as a child living on the streets in Bucharest, was shot during the Romanian Revolution. She enters the room, bows her head, looks up at me with a mix of humility and contempt and then sits down, her back arched, her hands closed in front, wearing a white baggy t-shirt and jeans. I ask her a basic question about her life - too vague perhaps - but she begins to speak in a monologue which mixes an attempt to answer my question with thoughts from her unconscious, pushing for verbal expression.