Haven't You Been a Good Girl Long Enough? If you're anything at all like me, you've been a very good girl for a very long time. So long you've probably forgotten the last bad thing you did. So long you've probably forgotten how great it feels to lie, cheat, steal, dress trashy, stay out late, break curfew, smoke cigarettes, drink beer and kiss boys. Or maybe you've never known what any of those things feel like; I dunno. I sure didn't. I mean, sure, I'd had my share of kisses (four, to be exact), but nothing crazy or unexpected. Before I became a skank, I'd never broken curfew, never gotten a grade less than a B+, never worn anything other than full brief cotton panties (and only in one color: nude), never smoked, rarely drank and certainly-certainly-never felt the breeze on my tush while walking through a fully-populated high school hallway. I was as squeaky clean as they came, which probably had a lot to do with how quickly I turned myself out. I mean, it was literally night and day; I mean that-night and day. I went to sleep a good girl and woke up bad, bad, bad. But here, let me explain .