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Today I effed up by laughing at a woman's unfortunate demise via fisting.

Wait, did I hear that right?

We're talking about all five of these fingers inside.

Are we boxing?

Like, like we got one.

Are we going up?

We got three, four, five.

It's like the count.

Vine, two, three.

Fingers in the boozy.

Now, this happened a few years ago.

It was my first week of university studying law.

I met a young guy a few years younger than me. Let's call him Dave.

Dave. Who was in my class, who I spent most of the first week with. It was our first ever

criminology class, and there was a new lecturer, a woman in her mid-20s, and the lesson was

in an auditorium of nearly 100 people. She began explaining the difference between manslaughter and murder and began to tell us a real

case example.

Wow.

The lecturer who ended up quite red in the face explained how a couple engaging in some

sweet, sensual roleplay eventually ended with him doing the old fistic do to his partner.

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