Then it popped into his head. "That blasted bike!"He walked quickly to the shed now. And rage filled his face when he saw the broken lock on the handl... doors. He swung open wide the doors and saw the bike was missing."That fucking bike!" he exclaimed. "It'll be the death of me yet!"He slammed the shed doors shut and walked back into the house. He started pacing the floors."Don't panic," he thought, "it's still early. She decided to take a spin, defying me, but she'll be home soon. Not to worry. Kelly eyes shot up, “I can, um, I was reading the article,” she said before registering what Grace said, “Wait, you’re, lesbian, you never said nothing, you don’t even act it,” Kelly added. Grace smiled before she moved the magazine to sit down on the bed near Kelly, “Yeah well neither do you, up till about minute ago I thought you were straight,” she looked around the walls of Kelly’s room. She had noticed the music posters, her favorite NASCAR driver, cheerleaders of Dallas Cowboys, even. But on this day I thought about my life, and my inside. Living in a house with two women, I guess it is a wonder why took up this outcast role in society. I would have been more accepted, surely, if I had been a flamboyant and overtly homosexual. At least the "in" crowd of girls would accept me. However, I had only one real friend in my life. Michelle was like me in many ways. Smart, black humoured and very open minded. She also, like me, rarely contributed in class, despite the fact we could. Initially I also didn’t have any bad intention towards him but as time made me naughty, I had desire to fuck with him. I used to dream about him. I promised myself that one day I will take a step ahead and will fuck with Amit sir. We both were in contact and used to have chat on Facebook. I was unmarried at that time. Whenever I posted anything on Facebook, he was the first to comment and like it. He was always first choice to me even before my family and my boyfriend. He was everything to me.