I wanted to let the night just linger inside as she sobered up and dealt with her fiancé. I spent the day doing laundry, planning lessons and watched...a movie. I love how people think if you’re a lesbian all you ever do is think sex. I was a complete person with a variety of passions and only Gwen really knew the complete me.Monday Feb 3 On Monday we met at school and acted as if nothing had happened only two days earlier. I asked how Ron was and she said, “Same old, same old.”“Is that a good or. My shoulders began to ache, not bad, mind you, but with a constant, pulling sensation that made want to rotate them to shake off the strain, but that was impossible. And there was my bladder. The need to pee came soon after Bridget left, and it built up stronger and stronger. I couldn’t clench my legs together, and as the pressure rose, so did the fear that I might inadvertently let go. Bridget’s promise echoed in my mind. * “She seems to be enjoying herself.” At first, the voice seemed to. Katie and I had a little history, a drunken hookup, a one-night thing. We never made a big deal about it and her boyfriend Steve was ok with what it was. It was after all a few years ago. Steve and I get along really well so there really isn’t much to that. Katie did invite me to spend the night there. This made it easier for me to ride my bike there and not have to worry about trying to drive through the city after a few drinks.I got home from work, showered and put on some comfortable. Their mom was a waitress at a truck stop outside of Harrison and was probably hooking for extra money. Mostly the family lived on welfare that the mother used for dope and booze. She was about 38 or 40 and looked like 40 miles of hard road. But she had a warm, wet place for guys to dump a load so she was not lonesome. To her, Sally and Bridget were just a nuisance and she was glad to see them go, anytime. The addition of the car was a blessing to her. She didn't even question where it came.