Do I really need to explain my sexual orientation to Jana Bagger?
And if so, what would I say? Would I tell her I kissed a girl? And liked it?
I could say that, because I did kiss a girl.
My best friend, Sophie Alexander. In a limousine last month.
And I did like it.
To be completely truthful, I kissed her a lot.
Yup, pressed the button on the arm rest and waited till the privacy panel was completely up. Then Sofe and I fooled around on the back seat for more than an hour.
What do I mean by “fooled around?”
We…you know. Did a few things.
To each other.
You know, with clothes on.
And without.
It was all very experimental.
I mean, I knew what I’d find under Sophie’s clothes, it’s just that I wasn’t sure what I’d do when I found it.
When I found them, I mean. You know…the different things I uncovered.
Under her clothes.
Anyway, I wasn’t sure what to do, so I took a cue from Sophie, who seemed to know exactly what to do with what she found under my clothes.
And then I sort of—you know—did the same things to her.
Which was pretty much…everything.
As far as I know.
…And I liked it.
But…we haven’t done those things since, even though we live together.
Nor have we talked about it.
Maybe it’s a limo thing.
Maybe it’s something else.
In other words, I’m still confused.
It’s…
It’s a long story. Even Jana doesn’t want to hear it. If she did, she wouldn’t be changing the subject.
She says, “My husband Max owns another house?”
“Yes. A very nice one.”
“For how long?”
“According to the deed, three-and-a-half years.”
“That doesn’t make sense. Darcie’s only worked for him a few months.”
“Four months next week,” I say.
“Do you have proof he fucked her on Tuesday?”
“No.”
“Maybe he had another reason to meet her at the Colony Motel.”
“Maybe they were planning a surprise party for you!”
She scowls. “Don’t be flippant. Although a surprise party makes more sense than your claim they were fucking in a motel room.”
“How so?” I ask, noting the frequency with which she drops the “F” bomb.
“If he’s putting her up in a house, why not fuck her there?”
“Probably because of her mother.”
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Promise You Won't Tell?
Teen Fiction"I think something might have happened to me Saturday night. Something bad." Private Investigator Dani Ripper's client list is nuttier than the Looney Tunes conga line, but she diligently solves one crazy case after another, waiting for a game-chang...
