In my twenties, I had a small circle of friends. We weren't adventurous. Most of our evenings were spent at one another's homes, watching television and drinking beers. We were inexperienced, safe, privileged kids fresh out of good schools.
Lea was different. She had grown up poor. She was sexually adventurous where the rest of us were not. She laughed too loud and did not take care of her hair or teeth. On nights when the rest of our group would stay home, she would go to roadhouses and sports bars. The others of us spoke patronizingly about her choices and brainstormed ways to get her to leave that life.
At the time, I felt I was protecting her by worrying about danger from men. But I really was terrified she was having a good time; scared that at any moment that she was enjoying sex.
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