Her earlier teen years were all a blur, yet Effy Stonem still tries to pinpoint the exact time that she'd started having sex, wondering if it's even in her memory at all. Those first days all blend into one another, nothing more than pulsing lights and loud music boring itself into her chest, reverberating in a way that only tugged at her wrists, tried to make her dance. She was only fourteen, she remembers, when Tony first took her towards the chaos, thinking her strong enough to handle herself there.
She had been. More so than she'd be now.
"Maybe she was freaking out over you having sex at fifteen," Effy points out, belaboring the obvious. "You didn't use a condom?"
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Date: 2012-03-03 09:09 am (UTC)She had been. More so than she'd be now.
"Maybe she was freaking out over you having sex at fifteen," Effy points out, belaboring the obvious. "You didn't use a condom?"