"I'm just not into it right now, okay? Jilly's in the other room, right? I'm not gonna fool around." Fine, whatever then," he shrugged. "Just be that ...ay." Greg..." I sighed."No, it's cool. You don't like me. Fine." He was leaving. "I'll see ya round. I don't need no criminal for a girlfriend anyway." Aw, fuck you!" I stared at him."Yeah!" He stuck his tongue out with a grin. "You did, remember?"He left then, which was a good thing too or I might have tried to stab him with a fork or something.. Once they were off, they were tossed unceremoniously to one side, Yvonne stood to one side of Emma and slid her hand between the girl’s open thighs, Emma moaned and raised her her hips in compliance as Yvonne worked her palm over her mound. Not being one to miss an opportunity, I slid a hand under the hem of Emma’s tee-shirt and helped myself to her pert breasts. I could feel the budding nipples through the flimsy bra she was wearing, Emma arched her back and thrust her chest out, voicing her. And you do. Like at Joyce and Tim's daughter's wedding, you remember? There are always plenty of singles to dance with. So we may not even see each other for much of the evening. It's so very Romantic!" "Well, now the girls are sort of solemn. Gail -- she was there too, you remember, your boss's wife, she took over the conversation and everyone else just listened. She got real interested! She asked me if we always leave together after a date like that. I had to tell her 'Not always,'. And now she is crying. What does it mean to be a woman,Peter wants to ask, as he watches his friend gather his things, stalkoff to the bathroom; hears the front door slam behind him? Maybe, hewonders, she wonders, it is this yearning, this knowing what it's liketo have him inside you, knowing he will never understand how much youneed him? Maybe that he may never feel the way you can be transformedby love. Or sorrow.But it is to be transformed that is what we desire, what some of usdesire. To be.