The Walk of Shame.

Of course that first bout was only the beginning. Jessie and I continued to enjoy the abandonment of anonymous sex throughout the night. Never switching parners, but enjoying the sights and sounds of the others lovemaking. We were sisters in lust.

Sadly, no great high lasts forever. Even a sexual one. With the first rays of dawn the spell of the jungle was lifted. I was reminded of a world beyond the four dark walls of a bedroom. One of deadlines and punctuation. Grudgingly, I knew it was time to return to that world.

A walk of shame awaited the two of us as we made are ways back to the collage campus. I'm referring to a slow morning march past hooting frat boys. My head held down in shame at the easy of which I had been seduced.

But Jessie and I endured it. Meeting up with are lost friend Sarah not long after we set out on are walk. Her ruffled clothing and messy hair showing she too had surrendered to the temptations of passion sometime during the night. The three of us walked in shame as sisters. And that was enough to let me raze my head in pride and write this article in honesty.

The End