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for small businesses as well. It will be a long road to making some serious cash, but once I get going, I’m sure the money will follow.” As Annie rambled on about her business aspirations, she realized Gina was still standing in the middle of the apartment not quite sure what to do with herself.
    “I’d offer you a seat, but I don’t really have any chairs,” Annie said. “I usually just sit on the bed.”
    Gina sat down on the bed with her back against the headboard. After handing Gina her beer, Annie lay with her feet hanging off the side and her head in Gina’s lap. While Gina was trying to get over the uncomfortable feeling of another woman lying on her private parts, she forced herself to begin massaging Annie’s head and playing with her hair. Gina was amazed. Even Annie’s hair had gone sour. It felt like straw. Poor Annie—cheerleader turned poverty-stricken lesbian living with a cat—and a computer geek on top of it.
    Annie began to gently caress Gina’s legs, enjoying their smoothness. Her caressing gradually got firmer as she made her way underneath Gina’s skirt.
    At this point Gina had had about all she could take. “It was awfully smoky at the Phase, Annie. What do you say we take showers and freshen up a little.”
    “Only if we take them together,” Annie replied with a giggle.
    “No, why don’t you go first,” Gina said with a friendly smile.
    Annie headed to the bathroom, which, if the rest of the apartment was any indication, Gina imagined to be disgusting. Gina waited for the water to start running and promptly got off the bed and left the apartment, being careful not to make any noise. As soon as she was out of the apartment, she ran down the steps and out the front door. Much to her luck, she caught a cab right away.
    She sat in the back of the cab feeling woozy and nauseated. She knew she would inevitably puke from all the liquor but wanted to do it in her own toilet, not in the backseat of a cab. She felt a little bad about being so cruel to Annie, but at least she didn’t carry out her original plan. She pulled the notepad from her purse:
     
    Sorry, I’m really looking for girls with flair!
     
    She had planned to leave the note on the bed when she left Annie’s but decided Annie’s life was pathetic enough, and Gina just didn’t have it in her to kick Annie when she was so far down. At least not beyond pretending to be lesbian and then running off into the night, leaving Annie hot, horny, alone, and feeling ridiculous. She felt a little guilty about the whole thing. After all, high school was a long time ago, but Gina couldn’t help thinking of that awful moment when Annie tried to dissuade her from trying out for the cheerleading squad. Gina thought how she hated Annie, or at least how she used to hate her. Somewhere during the course of that evening the hate turned into pity. Maybe she’d call her in the morning and apologize. Then again, maybe not.

We Meet Again
    “S o what was so traumatizing that you had to rush over here and talk to me about it?” Peter asked Cheryl even though he knew damn well what it was. Cheryl wanted to fuck him. That’s what was so traumatizing. They both knew what the deal was, but Peter liked to put Cheryl on the spot every now and then just to get a reaction from her.
    Cheryl lifted her head from Peter’s chest. “I don’t know. It was a hard day.” That was the best she could come up with. As the words were coming out of her mouth, all she could think was, you prick—trying to embarrass me. She was feeling cheated anyway. She didn’t even get close to an orgasm. Peter had been quick on the draw once again. It was always touch and go with him. Sometimes Peter was a great lover, and other times it was all over in a few minutes. What a selfish bastard, she thought. I sucked your cock for ten minutes and I don’t even get an orgasm out of it. If she and Gina ever got on speaking terms again, she would love to compare notes with her