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best of them, some of them even had that jealousy issue when there was nothing at all to be jealous about, not that there ever was but still. Lesbians are supper protective apparently. Becky’s told me stories of her friends beating other girls for their women even in the middle of Half-Way-Tree. Guess chilling with her was out of the picture. I let her entertain me while she got herself together for her “date”. Do Australian’s even know the meaning of what a date is? I’ve never heard of a couple actually say they were dating. Somehow the courting process had died with pop culture and prostitutes. “Aaaahhh”
    “You sure you’re ok Kay?”
    Why didn’t Becky call me Veronica like everybody else. Kay was such a common name. I had stopped paying attention to her, wasn’t sure what in god’s name she was taking about now. “Yea I’m aite, guess I’mma go sleep.”
    “My offer still stands, I’ll bail on this chick if you want me to, laters”. She didn’t wait for a reply because she knew she wouldn’t get one. Becky knew me well. What was it with human desire. We either chase what we can’t have, what we shouldn’t have or run circles around the sun trying to attain what we know will never be ours deep down. Weakness, that’s it. Humans are weak strong in the flesh but weak in the heart and mind. Why men cheat, why women cheat, all sins of the flesh. I laid back, meditation, not really, more like contemplating. Groaning rubbing my neck and flexing my back I got up, you tube will be my friend. I googled my favourite poem and listened to a pretty brown girl with a kinky afro tell her secret of being a closeted freak. Is that me? Am I That girl? She’d never be that girl. But could I be content with being a back door whore, a girl on the side? Why?
    When I’d have a man who I knew would in fact someday wife me? It’s hard to say you want something so much less. Like a fool giving up deep joy for shallow happiness.. simply because my body wanted it. Lust, it was the sin of my mind, why was I able to even fantasies the way I could, what kind of “gift” was that? Temptation, why was I yearning for him the way I was. What would I be earning? Nothing better than the ultimate joy. There was no complete happiness. I had to give something up before something got the best of me.
     
    Hours passed. And there I was, sure I was going to fuck Bill. I stopped lying to myself. I refuse to feel guilty, many women act like they aren’t tigresses on the prowl for fresh dick. Well I’m a woman and woman who will not be chained to judgment and stereotyping.

Chapter 6
The Taste of Success
     
Veronica
    Jonathan wasn’t home. Most nights he wasn’t when the news hit, he wasn’t. Like when the incursion took place, I’d worried, he’d been excited. He wanted to write the best story ever. And I understood the desire, I wanted to write the best poem ever. We had that artsy thing in common. We didn’t agree on everything like his taste in music versus mine or the way he dressed sometimes but he had been, “My forever and always from the beginning” That was a line from a poem I wrote about him, it stuck it soothed my need for a description. What was I going to do? I’d been so sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. And now I wasn’t? I am driving myself crazy going back and forth with him about this.
     
    I went to work. Evening came. The haunting hadn’t ceased it hadn’t gotten any better. This was beyond me. I had been having severe lower back pains; I assumed it was from either sitting with poor posture or from standing too long over Sophia. Days had passed since I agreed to be Bill’s sub and the only sexual action between us had been when he publicly humiliated me at my own will I the closet at Ray’s, though no one knew what was happening a part of me, the part that thought, was still embarrassed. It was all a part of the game. It was time to pull up my socks and start playing hard