You wear them because you want to. You're a fag,Heather, and it's about time that you contributed some money to this house,anyway. I've been supportin... you for over three years now." "No, I won't do it. I ain't a fagoot, and I won't do it." I put my foot down. Susan glared at me. She did not say anything. She pulled her foot out ofmy lap, and just sat curled up on the couch watching the television for therest of the night. If I said anything to her, she just glared. That night, I. "Some glitter!" The girl laughed and she had a small, plastic jar, like the kind baby powder comes in. She started shaking it all around us, into the air so it got in our hair, and on our skin and clothes. It was funny and insane."Hey ... You want some?" Another girl turned me around, maybe twenty-years-old, standing there in a wet t-shirt with a red bikini underneath."Sure." I held out my cup and she poured half of hers into mine."You dance?" she asked and I nodded and we didn't even bother. "Hah, once a month in the dark, same position and terms like foreplay seemingly in a foreign language," she grimaced. "Still, shouldn't be bringing you down with my probs John, how's you and Jan doing?" Still leading more or less separate lives, though it suits us and means we don't often get on each other nerves. As for the love life, fine, though she did tell me to leave her alone so she could get some sleep after about two hours last night," I said with a grin and a wink."Two hours? Christ. Lisa grinned and nodded. ‘The word is Lesbian…’ she said. ‘The super-sexy gym teacher you guys are all creaming your jeans over, is a Lezzie. She likes girls, not boys.’ Ricky was dumbfounded. ‘And…and Dianna went with her last night?’ he murmured. He couldn’t believe it. Dianna had sure acted as if she liked boys when she was with him. Having been apprised of what he thought was a juicy piece of gossip, Ricky couldn’t wait to tell Matt. Since his capacity for close relationships was limited,.