The pastor at her church once described her as ‘faithful’. Everyone had a box for Lydia. She walked over to her walnut display cabinet, pulled op...en a drawer and removed a long box, the colour of cold coffee, which contained her CDs. Running her fingers purposefully over them for no other reason than she liked the small, rattling sound the slim plastic cases made as she did so, she then pulled out the one she had been looking for. She opened the thin, cracked case, took out the disc and slid it. The three of us looked at each other as Mom went off to call Alice. "Do you think they'd really expel us because Becky and I held hands?" Karen asked."I don't think so, Love," I said. "If you were accused of it, you could say you didn't do it. They'd warn you not to do it again, and it would be forgotten." It's not right, though," Becky complained. "I see boys and girls holding hands all of the time and nothing is ever said about it. Why is it okay for a boy and a girl to hold hands, but it. I never thought of myself as an accomplished writer and still don’t. I just tried to tell things as I remember them happening or fantasizing about. Again, thanks to everyone.Now for my next story…Kristen and I were roommates in college. We were very close and did everything together. We went shopping, went on double dates and even had the same classes. We talked constantly, mostly about guys and some of the crazy things they did to impress us, but also about our encounters with the guys we. You look delicious like this.” Her voice was sharp, commanding, and I followed her order without a second thought. I consciously knew that this was wrong, and the term ‘delicious’ shouldn’t be used by my roommate, not to describe me with two fingers stuck up my sex, but that short role play had me feel meek and pliable - and loving it. Anne had, of course, seen me naked before, we had communal showers at the gym, after all. But this was completely different. “And keep your other arm above your.