Boys were different. I was attracted to lots of boys." So you weren't a lesbian," I said."You know what I think?" she asked, relaxing back in her chai... a little. "I think 'lesbian' is a name somebody came up with to label someone who was different. I think people are capable of loving each other, and that means that sometimes a girl loves a girl. Men can feel the same thing. It's just not accepted. It sounds like your two women are in that situation. For that matter I'm convinced it's possible. Returning to the computer, she flopped down in the chair which would surely have earned a reprimand had he been there to watch. She was angry with him and simply didn't care in that moment. Putting her fingers back to the keys, she squirmed in her seat, trying to scratch the itch that she had initiated.A slow grin formed as she fought the urge to play rather than type. Deleting everything she had started to write, she began again. This time, she wrote about being forced to cum over and again,. “You too?” Cheryl responded.“Yeah.”“To tell you the truth I don’t blame him,” said Randy. “You’re hot.”“Uhm, thanks,” said Karissa, wondering about Randy’s orientation, but decided not to ask. Mostly because Randy blushed and looked cautiously at Cheryl.“That’s still no excuse,” Cheryl pouted.“Yeah,” said Randy.When they finished, Karissa told them, “Why don’t you guys have dessert.” She plucked out a couple twenties.“Going somewhere?” Randy asked defensively.“Hopefully find a ride out of. " I've got all the paper together for the new appointments. Do you want the rejects, too?" Hell, no! We get enough paper here. You stow that stuff, though. The last circular I saw said three years. Maybe five. Too long. But then you get to remove all metal fasteners, run it through a shredder and have it recycled." Do we recycle the metal to someone else?" No — I think we give it to Rio Tinto and they put it into a dead mine for someone else to find in a few thousand years."Chaz laughed..