Her mascara, eye-liner, everything. I looked at her and stopped, turning toward her. She stopped and faced me, just looking with the rain pouring on u...s. Her mascara and eye-liner were running down her face in streaks and I reached my right hand up, wiping her face gently with my fingers, washing away the makeup. She stood and let me wash it all away. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back, smiling up at the universe as I washed her eyes and face, brushing her lips and wringing her hair. Lesbianism was something one knew about but it was NOT something that occurred in our sort of household. The fact that I knew I was that way inclined was unsettling of course and so I pretended not to be. My pretence did not go as far as ‘going’ with boys as my mother would have put it. Oh, naturally, I pretended that I had otherwise all the other girls at my all girl school would have made my life a misery. I invented holiday romances with Italian boys and French boys or boys from wherever. Her mum says, "Turn around, Sylvia, you're disgusting!" I read the mother, and see that she's ultraconservative, wanting her daughter to be a virgin on her wedding day and that she should certainly never think about being with a woman.They get off a few blocks later. My thoughts drift back to Mum. She's been carrying such a heavy secret, causing the death of Dad. It's been years, and she's been unhappy ever since. Was she ever happy? She said she was, long ago.The mall is coming up, and I hit. Kelli let her hands drop from the woman’s shoulders and fall to the bed. Her legs, pushed out way to each side, glistened with sweat. Her breasts and stomach, also glistened with both her own sweat and the droplets that fell from Earlene’s massive breasts. Earlene began to lower herself onto the girl again, letting her breasts flatten against Kelli’s taut body. The beautiful girl almost disappeared again as Earlene covered her. The big dyke was unrelenting as she continued to fuck the girl..