I answered it and was surprised to hear Janet's voice."Um, hi, is this Brian?" I heard on my phone."Yes... Is this Janet," I asked, rather stupidly. O...f course it was Janet.What other female would call my apartment? She either didn't see how dumb my question to her was, or chose to overlook it, because she didn't say a word about it, she just said "yes," and we proceeded to talk for about 2 hours. About nothing at first, then about our families and our dreams and about everything else we could. Men know about lesbians, read about them and sometimes hear them on television talk shows. Nobody lives next door to them. I'm still a little fuzzy about how the topic even came up in our post-dinner chat, and I'm sure it had nothing to do with my constant staring at Sarah's incredible tits. Lois may have given Sarah a hint when she noticed I was eating her out with my eyes while she did the dishes.I decided to get to the heart of the matter. "I always said I'd like to have a lesbian for a. ” she was at a loss for words. “Less substantial than mine. You’re just skin and bones.”“Now touch your breast and tell me what you feel,” I said.Her hand touched her breast. “it feels jiggly,” she laughed. “it feels like a balloon filled with Jell-o.” I grabbed her hand and put it on my breast. Her eyes got huge.“Again ... don’t make this weird,” I said.“It’s softer,” she said. “it feels like the balloon is filled with water instead of Jell-o. And maybe like ... It’s not full.”“And every year. The first one to be de-clothed was a guy called Joseph. He was of around 21 yrs of age, about 6ft tall, thin with short brown hair. One of the clerks held him round the neck from behind as the other used very sharp scissors to cut through the waistband of his trousers, which were yanked down to his feet. The guy struggled in the arms of the other prep clerk as this process was carried out but his objections were calmed with a fist in the stomach from the clerk doing the de-clothing. He was half.