”I paused to give her a quick kiss on her lips. “Intimacy is hugging and holding someone you love as a way of telling them you love them and as a ...ay of feeling how much they love you.”“Huh,” said Bonnie. “So me clinging onto Dad yesterday was intimacy?”“That’s right,” said Dad.“Intimacy can also be telling each other personal things,” said Estelle. “Sharing secrets with someone you love so that you understand each other better. That’s being intimate too.”“Being intimate means the same thing as. All of our friends would make fun of us that we were lesbians cause we were always together. I though it was wierd, to be frank I like dick. She would always giggle and joke back ny saying what if? or slapping my ass. Both of us were very sexually active by freshman year. We went to alot of concerts and raves. We drank we did drugs we partied and we were a duo. I new she wanted me. I would spend the night all the time, when we would go to bed she would get undressed in front of me and want to. She'd never admit that to anyone other than Bev, of course. And Bev would take any admission like that to the grave.A minute later she stuck her head around the corner. "1492." Come on, Sis. Columbus." All right. 1066" Norman Conquest." 1215." Magna Carta."See ya." She disappeared.I had an old uncle whose favorite expression was "Wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one gets filled first."I'm the only person I knew whose hand would get full of wishes.It was a hell of a. It was nearly 100 out and having to wear a black t-shirt and pants to work was just awful for the mile and a half walk home, so when I arrived, I quickly ran into my room and stripped down to my bra and panties, most of what I owned was boyshorts, with a few thongs mixed in, and a tiny red g-string a friend had bought me as a joke on my 19th birthday. I booted up my game, put on my headset, and played, talking to friends and just acquiring materials to craft items that I could sell for a.