"Hungry?" She tried to look apologetic but it came out as anxious as she nodded. "Come on, then. Let me out of my bunk. The galley's callin'." I stopp...d at the head for a pee and a quick toothbrush exercise, then scanned the cold locker. I had bacon and eggs. I couldn't go full English on her but I could do a trecherman's special. Soon I had a rasher of bacon, three eggs over easy, a palm-sized patty of butter-fried hashbrowns and toast with jam in front of her. "Sorry, no milk. You'll have to. Why? Did you want me to make something up? Or will the fact that "I haven't met the right guy" be acceptable for you?Oh no, don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian. Yes, I did tongue kiss my friend Jenna at a party, but that was to split the twenty bucks the guys put up for the dare. Really. I'm not gay.The right guy will come along, I'm just not sure when. He's got to be super nice, super gorgeous, and...he's got to melt my heart. I'm not holding my breath waiting. We'll see what happens when I. It had been too long, in fact. The bookstore, and especially its video booths, held their own special enticement. It had been a long time. I started the car and headed toward the video store. I parked in the public lot just behind the store and a bit down the alley and walked in through the back door. This was how I’d first come in years ago, naïve and embarrassed. I was neither of these tonight. I wasted no time looking at the books and magazines but went up the aisle to the door that led into. When he was ready she was too and he pierced. Jess bounced on the table and I thought I saw a tear, but she also flushed, so I was wondering what was going on. We changed sides of the table and he prepared her left nipple. I was looking down at her when he pierced and was surprised to see a squirt of fluid between her legs and her back arch. The piercer evidently saw it too. “Did you have a little accident honey?”I could tell by the look on Jess’ face what it was. “No, she came, and she.