Fiction, reality and libidoOK, so having established a picture of what I think’s right, what I think’s wrong, and the reasons why I have those opi...ions, it’s time to discuss the implications of art depicting those things. The case of violence in mainstream media shows that just depicting an immoral act isn’t generally considered wrong on its own. The difference, I would argue, is the involvement of the ‘animal brain’ I mentioned earlier. Violence is also affected by this of course. People like. I twitch my finger drowsily against her tights and feel a slowly increasing pressure against it. She must be leaning in to me! Though all the swaying means there’s a lot of noise shrouding this conversation and its fraught with error margins: There’s never quite certainty, only replication is on my side. I continue closer until the whole back of my hand is against her: it’s at the point of transition from her thigh to her bum. The comfortable lulling of the bus moves our bodies and I feel. He then whispered to me “will Darren ever fuck you like you need to be fucked, you little slut”I said nothing just lying there amazed, and then he got dressed and left. I got up and dressed and made my way to bed.Everything the next day was as normal as always, nothing mentioned about anything from either party.A week or 2 past and i received a random dm on instagram, who was it only jay.Asked me if I’d like to hook up over the weekend, I answered with I’ll see what I can do !!Not once did it. Mark gulped "Sorry, sweets, I ..."Julie said again, "Oh Mark ..."Lori said "Here Mark!".They all looked at Lori, who was holding out a towel in one hand. The other hand was covering one of her breasts. It was squeezing and kneading that breast. She realized what she was doing and jerked the hand away, blushing furiously. "Sorry" she said."Um, you OK?" said Mark.Julie looked dazed. "Yeah ... I mean you didn't hurt me or anything ... You're ..." she stopped herself. She had been about to say.