I don't care if he is fucking Jesus Christ himself. I don't care if he is better than Ghandi. You are killing him by not coming out, as well as killin... yourself."Something about the way Stacey spoke upset me. Anger erupted, and I said, "Bitch!"Without a pause, she responded, "Hell, yeah! I'm a fucking bitch whoremonger. But, guess what chick? You're still a lesbian. And guess what else? You always will be. There is no pill, baby. No unqueer medicine and then it's done. Ain't gonna happen in. Karen found herself visualizing the room from many angles, looked down from above the bed and saw her legs and arms wrapping over Fred’s rippling back. His hips flexed in strong waves, moving in ancient rhythms, and she saw the warm colors of passion flow out from him into her. The orgasm which she had told herself she would have to fake was there, stalking her, moving in on her, she realized. A part of her still did not want to enjoy this, wanted to gloat about Karilee, but suddenly the. "Rachel? Jane? I have a friend called Ann, that's nice." Mmmm, I'm not sure," she thought silently for a while."Oh, what idiots we are," she said at last, "you already have a name we can use." Don't be daft," he said thinking that she'd finally flipped, "you can't call me Daniel dressed like this." No silly, it's still DD but pronounced differently. Make the first D sound longer and then shorten the second D - Deedi. It could be short for Danielle." She could see by his face he liked it and it. I don't want to tell you how hairy I was by that point. My scalp hair had grown out into curls and ringlets that hung nearly to my waist. I could now open the door for delivery persons and with my hair swept forward cover my small breast mounds completely. Oh, did I fail to tell you that I had become so used to being nude that I would walk to the mailbox or answer the door that way? Well, between the huge bush of hair at my crotch and the long hair on my head nothing was visible from the front.