[ Julie cracks up again at the way Nadine seems so dismayed by the label. It's just very funny to her. ] No, I think the whole thing just kinda falls under... like, ethical non-monogamy. I think that was the latest name for it. That's the whole umbrella, and swinging specifically is more of like, an active thing, maybe? Swinging is like, key parties and sex clubs and stuff -- you go with your partner, with the actual goal of findin' other people to fuck. [ Still squinting a little, Julie takes a gulp of wine and shakes her head a bit. ] I'm not pretendin' to be an expert on like, the organized aspects of it all. This is just what I picked up from other people. But I think the main thing is that everythin' is consensual and agreed on by everyone involved.
[ Julie has never honestly agreed to be exclusive with anyone before, so she's not entirely sure how it all works when people have these discussions. Every time she has been in an "exclusive" relationship, she has still simply done as she wanted -- if the guy wanted to get mad about cheating, that was his own problem. Added with her pattern of dating only easily manipulated people, she was pretty much afforded free license to fuck whoever she saw fit. What were they going to do? For much of her life, Julie was the hottest, wildest, feistiest girl within a hundred miles. There was no man who could pin her down, and she was an expert at making them be grateful that she merely remembered their name.
She scoffs. No matter how bad or weird anything else associated with Flagg could possibly be, Julie would not in a million years ever believe that he was anything less than phenomenal in bed. He was an immortal, hedonistic psychopath. Those are all factors that add up to incredible sex. ]
Okay, look, I never asked about this before, but I need you to clear the air now, 'cause it's been almost two years and it's been makin' me crazy the whole time. [ She seems almost exasperated. The question has been plaguing her. ] What the fuck did you mean when you said his dick was "bigger than human"? 'Cause, like, he was still man shaped! Those jeans were tight as shit, he did not have like a full-blown tree trunk or somethin' growin' off him.
[ With another sip of wine, she arches her eyebrows. ] Lloyd woulda never shut up about it if he did.
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[ Julie has never honestly agreed to be exclusive with anyone before, so she's not entirely sure how it all works when people have these discussions. Every time she has been in an "exclusive" relationship, she has still simply done as she wanted -- if the guy wanted to get mad about cheating, that was his own problem. Added with her pattern of dating only easily manipulated people, she was pretty much afforded free license to fuck whoever she saw fit. What were they going to do? For much of her life, Julie was the hottest, wildest, feistiest girl within a hundred miles. There was no man who could pin her down, and she was an expert at making them be grateful that she merely remembered their name.
She scoffs. No matter how bad or weird anything else associated with Flagg could possibly be, Julie would not in a million years ever believe that he was anything less than phenomenal in bed. He was an immortal, hedonistic psychopath. Those are all factors that add up to incredible sex. ]
Okay, look, I never asked about this before, but I need you to clear the air now, 'cause it's been almost two years and it's been makin' me crazy the whole time. [ She seems almost exasperated. The question has been plaguing her. ] What the fuck did you mean when you said his dick was "bigger than human"? 'Cause, like, he was still man shaped! Those jeans were tight as shit, he did not have like a full-blown tree trunk or somethin' growin' off him.
[ With another sip of wine, she arches her eyebrows. ] Lloyd woulda never shut up about it if he did.