Removing a Stigma

As Sabrina had noted to her aunts earlier, she'd lived a G-rated existence up till now, and was thus very much a virgin. Still, indignant at what Libby was saying about her, she muttered, "Fuck 'em, suck 'em, take it up the butt/It's a badge of honor to be a total slut."

A choker appeared around Libby's neck with raised silver letters spelling out "SLUT," as her makeup was now painted on more thickly, although it did nothing to disguise the several sores she had on her lips.

"Sabrina can't fool anyone -- she's totally frigid," Libby was saying. "Does she even have herpes, or anything? I don't see any evidence."

"Come on, she's plenty slutty," Harvey insisted. "She's just only been with clean guys."

"Don't make me laugh," said Libby. "No one's clean except freaks like her. I hear all the moans and groans from the boys' room as you guys all try to pee."

Thoroughly grossed out, Sabrina quickly came up with another rhyming spell. "Sexually transmitted diseases have got to go/They were all cured forever a lot of years ago." Not the best spell, but the sores did disappear from Libby's lips.

"What did you just say?" Harvey turned to ask her. "Something about sexually transmitted diseases?"

Sabrina realized she must have said that too loud. "Oops, uh, yeah --"

"Man, am I glad they don't have those anymore," he said, shaking his head. "Which reminds me -- we gotta get to class."

Harvey gallantly took Sabrina's arm and the two walked off as Libby called after him. "Don't forget what I said! Come on, I'm three times the slut Sabrina is! Lips and tits aren't everything."

"I wish somebody would shut her up," Harvey said. "I mean, other than by sticking a cock down her throat."

"Hmm," said Sabrina noncommittally, thinking of ways to fulfill Harvey's wish.