"Who are you? Why the fuck I am here?", I ask, in my bitch-voice.The short guy smiles widely."You can talk!"Idiot. I am going to get medieval on his a...ss. Or maybe Star Trek, with so many computers and tools laying round. Oh, I love that... "Of course I can talk, moron! Now, who the hell are you!", I am calm. Well, calmer than I should be. Yes, I know I am nude now, but I sooo... rarely mind that. Oh well. I seldom remember my former partners, maybe he is one of them... He seems blocked, though.. "Just ... ok, Julie, you have exactly an hour to stop doing that." Courtney sighed.There was an unspoken tension that continued as we pulled into the driveway of our house. Julie and Courtney continued to stand close to each other, occasionally sharing a touch, or a stroke of the hand. It was sweet really, not threatening to me, since Julie had my trust. I knew she wasn't going to hurt Courtney, no matter what the end response was."You know what you need? Fashion show!" Trish cheered as we set. As a reward for a good job she was given tickets to the colleges big championship game living in the area she does the college is very important to everyone but her so she tried to give the tickets away but people insisted she go. She went with a few other women from the school and at halftime the women were honored and asked to stand for the people to see. After the game the cheerleaders ask the women to attend a party with them Ana didn't want to but was talked into it there a girl around. " Helen will kill you, your dad will kill you, and then I'll fucking kill you." Fucking hell!" he laughed, "What, all three of you?" Yes mate." Okay."The vicar cleared his throat as Helen stood beside me, she mouthed softly that she loved me and I felt the tears welling up as I looked at her. Never mind that she was extremely sexually aware, never mind about the sex I'd enjoyed with her. Put to one side the dirty sex she'd indulged in with mum or Karen, at that moment she was a shy young bride,.