Apologies for the Crude Word Usage

And the slutiest slut award goooooes to: the daytime whores.

The girls who make-out (term used loosely of course) with boys in the library, an empty classroom, in the middle of the afternoon. These boys aren't their boyfriends, the person they're dating, or even a serious prospect. No no, just boys they decide they are going to have that day. I'm conviced there is something inherently worse in these girls than the regular people who moonlight promiscuous. These moonlighters operate on booze and powders, dark rooms and lingering drags off cigarettes they wouldn't dare touch during business hours. Conquests and the means to their acquisition are firmly sworn off for good when the newspaper hits the door and lasts until the itch strikes again with the rising moon. And in that inbetween day the thought of having their way with a co-worker in a broom closet may play a part in a sultry after lunch daydream, but thats as far as it goes. If called out on why they're sitting there with a grin and sigh, I'm sure the response ilicited would be no more than a blushing mumble. Because under the cloak of darkness is when our demons come out to play with each other.
Maybe if I was a fly on a wall, I'd be less astounded by the mid-afternoon display of such a high slut factor. But that I can't even begin to imagine how that conversation or lack there-of would be leads me to think I'd only end up more perplexed. And bothered. I don't understand these animals. How they formulate thoughts and actions in this manner in the harsh light of day and without the fuzzy lines of stimulates.
I'm not jealous, of this be sure.
I do not wish for this ability, and so for now let it suffice I just find them to have some disturbing factor built into their makeup that deserves an untrusting eye. Untrustworthy by some nature. Even if their mid-day action stays firmly within the northern hemisphere, I still think they're the sluttiest of them all.