AN: I know it seems as though this story is moving along quite slowly, but from this point on, it's going to speed up considerably.
April 16th 1976
I never really valued virginity much. My mother has always treated it like a part of a woman's soul, to be given only to the man that you choose to wed. That is a sentiment we do not share, for I care little about such archaic musings.
Despite sleeping with Kaufman, I don't feel particularly different. A little sore, perhaps, but intrinsically I'm the same. Unlike what I have been told, sex is not a rite of passage, and I must confess that I was mistaken in that regard.
My superior knew exactly how to reel me in like a prime catch, playing on my tender emotions so as to reap whatever he pleased. Even so, if he were to ask me again, I wouldn't exactly be quick to refuse. If this is all we have, if this is all our relationship will ever amount to, then I hope that I can one day come to find the act of love-making pleasant.
Silly as it may sound, I enjoy spending time with him. After we finished, the man spoke to me. We conversed about many different things; family, hobbies, work. It was nice to simply lie there and talk, even if it was only for a brief moment. Kaufman let his guard down, allowing himself to relax. I saw a person, the human that lives beneath his visage.
It remains inevitable that we shall meet again, for the PTV will not last forever.
Speaking of PTV, I had a little difficulty with my initial attempt at inhaling the powder. At first it flew up my nostril so fast that I coughed and spluttered it all back out, sending particles scattering across the surface of my desk. It seems that I need more practice, but I will keep on trying until I succeed. At least my bruises will heal.
Tomorrow I will find a way to dispose of the syringe, as it is no longer needed.