Jake, a hundred yards away, could never hear what he was saying, but their body language told it all. ‘Yes, but…’ said Meredith. ‘Jake, it may... look like they’re not getting along, but you have to admit that you aren’t seeing the whole picture. A lot of times, no one quite understands how two people’s relationship works, except for the two people themselves.’ ‘Hey,’ said Zachary, coming in the front door. ‘He’s here again? Meredith, you should charge him by the hour.’ Meredith laughed.. Roundworm Records was our favorite record store, partly due to its choice location, equidistant from the nearest bus stop and the finest crack west of the East Side, and partly due to its selective inventory-you could be sure you would never have to wade through any shitty popular releases before getting to wade through all of the shitty indie releases. I stumbled after Vivian toward the barred-up doors of Roundworm, and formed a line which at its peak would consist of me, Vivian, and a guy. I'd try to offset the desperation by pretending to be a girl at home, ofcourse- the usual girlish things such as singing into a hairbrush - butthere's only so much you can do when you don't have the 'equipment' youneed to pretend. Sure, I could wrap a towel around my waist and pretendI'm a runway model, but most models don't go around displaying the crestof Brighton and Hove Albion Football Club on their arse.Of course, I'm not lying to dad when I say that I'm 'gay'. My obsessionwith girls is. A duty, albeit a not entirely unpleasant one, that one had to fulfill. But this. This was deeply fulfilling, transporting her to another zone of pleasure. Dee felt Yume’s breasts pressing into hers and her crotch growing wet with anticipation.Finally, they broke the kiss, and taking Dee by the hand, Yume led her into the master bedroom.“I wish I were wearing something sexier,” said Yume. As she started to unbutton her jeans.Dee moved closer to help her undress, but Yume put her hand up,.