I still had my dog collar on, and a quick sideways glance into the bathroom mirror confirmed my fears. I may as well have had the words “faggot slut...” stamped on the shirt. Looking at my rear, I could just make out the bright pink end of the butt plug showing through the bikini underwear. My body shave left me looking like, well a cheap flat-chested hooker. Again, I found myself blushing, perhaps because of the knowledge that I would soon be leaving the relative safety of my apartment in this. A private jab between sisters, referring to Gina's habit of still wearing panties, which fewer did these days. Lisa never wore any underwear unless she was having her period or the weather was freezing, which in the bay area wasn't very often."Lisa," Kevin brought Sally forward. "You remember Sally Stuart, from high school."Lisa approached the woman and looked at her for a second. "I don't remember you, exactly. But I do know you're in my circle." This was not unusual, once people had included. “Yes yes I am” the voice in my head manages to say before it stands in the corner and tries to stay silent for the duration. Your fingers are on my cheek as our tongues do the clumsy unpracticed tango and though there’s a tenderness that appeals to me, there’s also something else, a quiet urgency developing. As soon as I acknowledge it, a sound escapes my throat, a sound that tells you instantly, all you’ll ever need to know. You slide down the bed now and the serious look you’ve adopted causes. .. arranged." Then he's going to stay here with you?" Yes, that's right." How wonderful! That calls for a celebration, wouldn't you say?" He held out his hand, in which was a neatly rolled marijuana cigarette. "It's too early in the morning for people to get stoned," said Lily, who rarely touched the semi-potent drug. "And I have a lot of work to do." Oh, come on now," he said. "A couple of tokes aren't going to hurt you, especially this stuff. It's only Mexican. I wish you'd accept it as a.