I had always been an innocent girl. It’s not that I was afraid or didn’t like boys or sex, it was that I genuinely didn’t know. I wasn’t brought up particularly sheltered, and I knew about boys and girls, it’s just that I was innocent, too innocent. I had just turned twenty-two and my mother decided that enough was enough. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t mature enough or something like that, but

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