Plus we don’t need Neks to come back for seconds and find us gone.”I guess you got a point.The witch continues on through the small opening and ba...k into the cell with Faart. The little goblin is knocked out cold, snoring away like a storm over the open sea. “Well, here goes nothing,” she whispers, sticking the key into the lock. With a click the door pops open. She pushes it open a bit more and then cautiously steps out. The coast is clear. There is no sign of Neks anywhere. She makes a. But I don't think things'll getbetter, even if it passes. To some assholes, it's worth it.And clothes... fashion's so, like, polarized now. If you don't wantpeople thinking you're a dyke, you gotta dress like June Cleaver orsomething. So you got a choice. Get hit on all day by men, or get hit onall day by women. Skirt below the knee, breasts all covered, just alittle makeup... and guys fall all over themselves to open doors andstand up when you come into the room and... Christ, it's like. She was almost home now and walked faster, passing theice cream girl and saying a quick hello as she startedto head off in her own direction to her house. ButLisa’s curiosity got the better of her. She decided tofollow the ice cream girl a little bit longer, just tosee if there was somebody waiting for her or if she wasas lonely as she imagined her to be. Lisa quickly madeher way back to the ice cream girl who had clearlynoticed that Lisa was once again walking behind her. The girl. ”I sighed and wrinkled my nose, then said, “The conversation was about… dick size.”“Ah.”“Yeah. She said it was okay but not good enough for a one night stand. Said I had ‘boyfriend dick.’”“Oh wow. Well, that’s what your ass gets for bringing it up. Nothing good ever comes from that conversation.”“Actually, she was the one who brought it up.”Linda slapped her chest and jutted her neck back so quick, her hoops and curly afro bounced.“Yeah.” I nodded and ground my molars.“Jon, I am so sorry..