"It looks like a tiny prick, " she said as she downed another glass of wine and opening another from a well stocked mini fridge. Hoda made a number o... attempts to shush her but the vein seemed to be open and Kathy felt comfortable telling me these things which I assumed could get her in a world of trouble with all the Hollywood "power lesbians" who attended these gatherings every few months. The most mind blowing confession came with mysterious and masked woman whom it was no secret to an. .. Ordinary.At the age of fourteen, Jesse was, what some girls thought, cute. He had sandy-blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was of average stature for a boy his age. The only thing that really set him apart from his peers was his knowledge. Jesse always loved to read. His favorite subject was history. Jesse liked to read about other countries. Daydreaming was his favorite past time. He wanted to see the world. But that didn't set him too far apart from his peers. Jesse had quite a few friends. “Milk, please,” I said weakly, sitting straighter, feeling guilty for how close my arm was lying on the sofa back behind Tiff.Tiff avoided my gaze as she looked over her shoulder and looked daggers at an aggressive Charlie.Charlie came back in from the kitchen and sat down, placing a mug carefully in front of me. She hadn’t made one for Tiff. And I noticed Charlie had taken off her cardigan. It had been a nice tight cardigan that looked good on her, elegant and alluring in a posh way. But. But other times I'll be about to pass by the window of the junkshop and I'lljust know my girl is there. Maybe I've subconsciously glimpsed her in one ofthe tarnished tablespoons in the window, or maybe her dusty-spicy fragrancelingers on the doorstep I haven't even crossed yet. I don't know how I know,but I'm always right.When this happens, my facebrightens and my step lightens, and I turn into the shop as if I?m planning tobuy something, as if I have nothing better to do than a little junk.