.. it's just that... I mean..." He took a calming breath thatdidn't have the desired effect. "I'm not gay." Time will tell," she advised him. "And ...I'll be the final judge aboutit. But for right now, get that rosebud stretcher greased up and show mehow you put it in."His lips began to quiver. He didn't want to do that. Especially not infront of her. How could she ever respect him after witnessing such ahumiliating act? But she was waiting expectantly. There had been anencouraging smile. She couldn't wait to get home so she could take off her clothes and look at herself in the mirror.The house was empty when she got home. She threw the math book on the kitchen table and ran upstairs. Mom had a full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She looked at herself in it and smiled. Through her clothes, she could already see the difference. Her breasts stuck out more under the blouse, and she could make out the lines of the panties under her jeans. The thought that she walked. Im here to get another piercing. Oh really? What are you looking to pierce today? My nipples, I informed him as nonchalantly as I could. A look of complete shock spread across his face before he could stop himself. After he collected himself, he said, Ok, Im the piercer again today, Ill help you pick out your jewelry. Listening to Ben talk about my nipples and what jewelry would look good in them had me just as wet as the last time I had seen him. He helped me pick out my jewelry and he. Sex had never been good with him, never exciting and stimulating only a distasteful duty to be suffered.Even now it might be no different, she realized. Liberated as she was, there could still be a barrier of habit and dislike between them that no amount of habit and dislike between them that no amount of frenzy and pumped-up desire could eliminate. But--and Lauralee turned restlessly upon the bed--but something kept nagging at the back of her mind, an insistence that she had been at fault all.