I turned to him and our eyes met.“Can I help you with something?” I asked, slightly annoyed.“Sorry that I keep looking at you, but haven’t we ...et before?” He asked.I looked at him more closely, and said, “No, I don’t think so.”“Hmm, well you look very much like this other guy who, ah… who took care of me,” he said.“Took care of you? Were you sick or something?” I asked.He laughed, and said, “No, no, that’s not quite what I meant. Although, I do have a bit of a health problem, where if I don’t. Then his mouth traveled to her navel, causing her to giggle. He kissed her bellybutton gently, looking up at her. Scribe smiled down at him, before arching her back as his tongue moved between her legs. “Star!” she gasped, her fingers went to his hair, guiding him. Her hips bucked against him and he had to pin her down to hold her steady. His mouth latched on to her delicate clit, sucking and sending vibrations throughout her body. “Star!” she wailed. He took her to the edge before pulling. They went whoring together in downtown Boston in the area that later became known as the ‘combat zone’ and to the many opium dens around Quincy Market and the harbour. They also had sex together! It had been accidental. Neither had experienced gay sex before. Neither had really thought about it, it just didn’t register with either of them that they would be attracted to another man. And in a way they weren’t. It was the buzz, the turn on, the thrill, the adventure, the taboo and experiencing. She's the disguise you wear when you go clubbing, atrampy woman on the prowl."Naomi was bright red. "How could you possibly know this?"I continued unfazed. "A few weeks ago you even let a guy fondle you andyou went down on him in the parking lot, swallowing his cum beforeditching him and scurrying back into your regular life. Kascha is thebad girl you could never be, so she only comes out occasionally. Herappearances are well planned; far away from home in crowded dark placeswhere no one.