Viola pulled at the strings of Sera’s shirt, undoing it a single movement.The kiss became more intense as clothes continued to come off. Finally, Vi...ola pulled off her bra, and the two were completely nude. Viola pushed Sera down on the table, playing with her breasts as she leaned over to kiss her. Her mouth moved down—kissing her chin, then her neck until she reached Sera’s nipples.She licked and sucked roughly, covering Sera’s mouth with one hand and squeezing her thigh with the other. Sera. In many ways they resembled the little diner. Elderly men in heavy flannel shirts that hung limply off their shoulders, women who dyed their hair unnatural colors and wore too much make-up but never succeeded in hiding the ravages of time, dirty, vacant-eyed vagrants who came in for the cheap food and free refills of coffee, and the lonely truckers passing through on their way to Highway 110. Just as the moribund spirit of decay and depression had touched the little diner, it was no stranger in. By that time America had become a police state. Just like the communists and Nazis of the twentieth century, people were informing on others so they could be found in good standing with the Elite. She turned into a fly and flew into a window where the leadership were having a meeting of all the powers of the nations. She listened to the assembly as each individual were concerned that it they didn't tighten the screws a little more, their fears were there might be a counter revolution. Many. She'd been passedover for prettier girls her whole life.It didn't help that she had been what our mom had called a late bloomer.More like a non-bloomer. She was flatter than a prepubescent boy. Heracidic tongue had been a defence against all the teasing. She waspopular enough, but it had been an uphill battle.She caught me staring at her lack of boobs and scowled. I rolled my eyesand stuck out my tongue. She did the same right back. God, she was soimmature.We used to get along so well, but.