My name is Dan. John and I had started off as roommates our freshman year in college. For me it had been a little bit different having a black roommat...e. I had come from a mostly white town, and while I didn't consider myself racist, I was a little uncomfortable around John at first. But John and I grew to be friends and we roomed together in a small apartment for our sophomore year.Up to that point, I had not had many girlfriends. There was always a steady stream of girls, of all colors,. She loves other women. She’s a disgusting, perverted, naked dyke. And, Charlotte reminded herself with a wince, a lesbian who can’t even have sex with the woman she loves above all else. A woman for whom she’d sacrifice everything. But a woman who nonetheless denies that she’s at all gay while forever making love to Harriett. And not just Harriett, but any friend that Harriett brings home with her. Last night it was Molly. A girl who probably couldn’t even spell her own name. Will it be Molly. ‘And how did that work out with Debbie? Did you um…make something good happen?’ ‘Not exactly,’ Mark chuckled. ‘We went out, had dinner and, on the way home, we parked. We start necking, and things are going pretty good and I figure, okay Mark, ‘make something happen’. So I grope her tits and the next thing I know, WHAM! She slaps the shit out of me and insists that I take her home.’ ‘Oh, I see. Not what you expected was it?’ ‘Hell no! So I go home and Dad meets me at the door with this. Hate the fact that no one had ever asked her just that question in just that way."What are you doing New Year's?"The question startled her, reminding her of the limited coffee preparing space. She jump and glanced at the speaker."Oh! Sorry." She didn't recognize him. Then again, it was a large agency; she saw a lot of people she didn't know. "The usual, I expect. Dick Clark and bed by 11:30."He laughed. "Me too." He added cream to his cup. "Take care."She watched him move away and then moved on.