I returned home for a short nap, hoping to storm the library in a few minutes. But guess what... I woke up to a familiar figure at my doorstep. We hadn't spoken in weeks and I was happy to get rid of her memory, after our first sexual encounter. She tempted me again, and I fell.
This was our second time together.
The first sex was trash and I wondered if it was worth the built-up hype. But this second time was better. Thoughts of our wild and passionate love-making, messed with my concentration in the library. The next day, in the examination hall, all I could remember was our sexcapade. I never saw her again, to this day. "You can't play with fire without getting burned." I learned my lesson the hard way.
All prior exams were Multiple Choice (ABCD) questions. This last one was Theory, which needed more preparation. And I failed. It was my first and last "carry-over" experience. I had to attend lectures with my juniors, felt disrespected by my peers, and was hard on myself whenever I remembered the cause. A few minutes of fun, causing a year of pain.
But Virgilio wasn't done with Virgil. With every small decision capable of ruining my life, I saw how easily it could all go away. Sex became a thing to fear. From an Ex who falsely claimed pregnancy, to groupies who tried to set me up. Being Virgilio was a wild, rollercoaster, and stories from that era are shared on Provoeplanet.com
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