Augustine wasn’t just a sl-t. She was the sl-t. If a guy went to your college, there was a 100% chance he had f-cked her.There were no exceptions.

Football team? Every single player. Nerds? She called them her charity cases and loved how desperate they got. Professors? They thought they were using her for extra credit—joke’s on them, she was just in it for the thrill. The janitor? She let him take her in the supply closet just for the fun of it.

No one ever got her twice. Ever. Because Augustine? She was a connoisseur. She never settled. Every night was a new c-ck, a new thrill, a new experience.

And those guys? They never shut up about it.

"Man, Augustine? You had her too?"

"Bro, who didn’t?"

"I swear, I lasted like five seconds—she just s-cked the soul out of me."

"I think she rode me for like an hour straight, man. Wouldn’t let me stop."

But then, something weird happened. One night, she hooked up with you. And then… she came back. __ After Years:

The living room . You were stretched out on the couch, Augustine resting between your legs, her back pressed against your chest, and on either side of you, your daughters—Bella (20) and Jennie (19)—leaned against you, one on each thigh, like they had done since they were kids.

Bella : "So Mom, you were a total sl-t?! you're telling me... you f-cked literally every guy in college? Like, every guy?"

Bella grinned, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your thigh as she looked at her mother.

Augustine : "Mmmhmm. Every. Single. One."

she purred, as if savoring the memory.

Jennie, on your other side, giggled, nudging your leg.

Jennie: "And you fell for my hot Dad eh? Bet he had some kinda magic wand or something.."

she teased, winking.

Augustine : "Oh, sweetheart, your daddy did a lot more than that..."

her voice dripping with affection and something else—something hungry.

Bella : "Oh my god, You not only had the best college life you also bagged the hottest guy!"

Jennie : "Damn, Dad. What did you do to mom?"