"Yeah, we worked things out. I decided to quit my job, it's easier that way."Angie was surprised. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know how much you loved t...at job." She reached out and touched Callie on the arm with sympathy. Angie hadn't been sure what she thought of Callie at first, but she had grown very fond of her, and they often talked on the phone. Angie could tell Callie had not had many friendships with women. Callie rarely confided in Angie, but it was Angie's hope that they would someday. ’ ‘Who?’ ‘First,’ I say, remembering the male voice from the start of our conversation, ‘Who was that guy? In your bed?’ ‘Damien. You’d like him. Hopefully when you get back you two can meet.’ I frown at her nonchalant tone. My mom doesn’t date, not since she divorced my father. The fact that she has a man in the house is huge and I don’t understand why her tone doesn’t express that. ‘How long have you been going out?’ She waits so long I think the phone call might have dropped. ‘Six. We both fancied the same boys and told each other all our sexual desires with such.We lost our virginity at the same time too. I was in one bedroom with one guy (bad time) and Louise was with his friend in the next. We were thirteen then, very sure of ourselves and everything too.*I had always known that Louise liked girls too. She never openly said so much, she wasn’t brave enough, but I knew. Louise was like that though, she was the most cooler of us and would do all the best things, many of. .. I love the way you taste. There's so many naughty things I want to do to you," I purr seductively. "Patience kitten,” he says huskily against my hair. “We have plenty of time. If we keep doing this we'll be nymphomaniacs. Although I kind of like the idea of that." I laugh and push him away before hopping off the counter. "Well in that case I think I need some clothes." "Three minutes," he grimaces. "Fine. You worry too much, you know that?" I pull him in for a kiss and before he can kiss.