As a lesbian or bisexual woman, have you ever thought about adopting a child? If so what is your criteria? What country would you adopt from? As for me, I want to adopt kids from China or Japan? Preferably girls, because of my feelings toward boys. I'm doing this by the time I'm thirty. If you want to adopt internationally here's a link for those who are single like myself. Enter

On our way back home, Ryoko took me back to her place. I had finally aroused, but was still a little drowsy. She went over to open the door for me and walked me into the house.

Her parents were gone. It was just the two of us, though I wasn't in the mood for her. We went into her bedroom and did nothing. The tv wasn't on, she was at the window, staring down at the ground. I stared at my feet at the end of the bed. The muteness in the room urged me to talk to Ryoko, but I could tell by the look on her face, that she didn't quite feel like discoursing. The porcelain figure stood by the window, as my eyes paralyzed at her, from behind.

I finally said,"we need to talk more..."

She turned around to face me and exclaimed," I do talk to you." "Not like you used to. You spend more time with your friends, than you do with me anymore." "I'm here now," she threw her arms up. "And we're talking, Evalyn."

I paused with my response with a dejected nod.

"Wanna go see a movie?" She asked me. "Sure, why not..." "Rush Hour three sounds good. I love Chris Tucker."

A little after making our plans to go, we finally went. The theater was packed, and stuffy. She bought us a king size bowl of popcorn and Pepsi sodas. I bought my own candy, because my sweet tooth was aching for it. During the movie, her hand wondered my inner thighs. I jumped a few times, thinking something was crawling on my legs, but it was her being naughty. All that ended in a hilarious scene, causing her to laugh out loud, bumping her head on the seat in front of her. Her cowboy hat flew forward into the lap of a man. I held in my laugh, slouching into the seat. That damn Ryoko...

"Ow my head..." She groaned, massaging her forehead. "Are you alright, girl?" A Black man in front of us asked. "Yeah, I'm alright." He handed her her cowboy hat back. "Thanks. Oooohhh..."

"It happens," he snickered and faced the screen. When that happened, I realized that she lost complete interest in the movie, which made me laugh inside more.

When the movie was over, we went back to her house. Tired I was not. I lied down on the bed, or at least attempted to, until I heard her from downstairs, calling my name. I didn't feel like getting up, but I did anyway. I looked around the living room, no sign of her there.

"I'm in the pool." She laughed, swinging her cowboy hat. Ok, I hope she wasn't thinking I was going to get into the pool with my clothes on. I looked in to see that she was in her bra and panties.

I divested my clothing and slowly stepped into the pool. She had the perfect body that any woman wished they could have. She walked up to me, touching my body, her hands caressing my bottom ever so gently.Our hands met each other by my shoulders, as we nibbled on each others' lips. Allowing one hand to escape my clutches, she grabbed my head, giving me a deep kiss. It was our type of atmosphere, stupendous indeed. Full moon and stars in the sky, the sky as black as night, and best of all, no parents around to interrupt us.

I could feel her going down on me, her hands removing my bra, tasting my erected nipples. I held her tight into my arms as she pleasured my tits. Kissing up my neck to my mouth, we kissed again. My hands clutched her butt, squeezing gently. I licked her lips viciously with my tongue, her giggling made me do it more.

"You're too much baby." She smiled at me. "I know, girl." "I love you so much." "I love you too." We kissed again. She removed her bra and panties, right along with mine. I felt her hands reaching down to pick me up. My legs wrapped around her waist, we made out more. I rubbed my clit against her pelvic area, dying for her to please it.

She released me and I stood against the wall of the pool. Feasting into my face with her dreamy eyes, she went under the water. She spread my legs, sucking on my moist clit. I moaned, rubbing myself against her mouth. She stood back up, sliding her tongue into my mouth.

"Mmm I've never done anything like this before," she laughed, playing with my hair. "Me either." "I can't hold my breath for so long, so lets get on the land." "OK."

I rose out of the water. She jumped out of the pool, grabbing my hand to walk to a lawn chair. I lied down and spread my legs for her. She kneeled down before me, crawling up, with a cunning sparkle in her eyes. I was prepared for what she was going to endure on me.

First, she started at my thighs. Her warm breath against the areas where her tongue didn't touch. She licked up and down my right inner thigh, causing my body to tingle. Followed by a full French kiss as I squirmed a bit. Her finger slide inside of me, then she took it out.

"What's wrong?" I sat up. "It needs something." She took off running into the house, damn near knocking my ass out of the lawn chair. It took her three minutes to return back to where I was. She had a long dildo strapped around her waist. My pussy grew moist after viewing the length of it.
She kneeled down again, to taste more of my goodies. Her tongue flicked at me, slithered inside, I was close to coming. My yearning pussy couldn't resist her tongue action and fingers inside.
"Damn, your pussy is tight!" "Of course, I'm always tight for you." "Oh really? It's got my fingers on a death grip. I love it!" I jerked my hips in excitement for more.

She stood up again, stroking the dildo at me. She sat up, allowing her to stuff it inside of my mouth. This was my first time, ever sucking on a strap on. She rammed my mouth on it more and more. I wanted it wet enough to stick inside of me.

I turned over onto my back, bending over a bit. I couldn't wait for her to fuck the shit out of me as she always does. She strattled herself across my ass, stuffing the dildo deep inside of me. She fucked me harder, I could feel it knocking the nub in the back of my pussy and myself crying out to each thrust. I climaxed and screamed to her every move.

"Oh my god, you're amazing!" I screamed out. "I know..." She said softly. She gripped tightly to my hips, thrusting more inside of me. Considering we were outside, I hoped no one was watching us. As much as I was enjoying the moment, I couldn't wait to cum, so we could get back into the mansion. Though, I didn't want to ruin our intercourse with my uneasiness. So I had no choice but to enjoy it.

I moved myself against her, digging more of the dildo into me. "Mmmm fuck me harder," I begged. Her domination over me induced her masculine side, it drove her wild being in charge of my submissive body. I was her queen and she was my king. It was getting close for me to surrender myself to her power.

When I came, I screamed as loud as I could, it tingled throughout my entire body until I finally relinquished to a quivering stop. I was exhausted afterwards, and so was she. I looked back to see her eyes wide as mine.

"What?" "What you mean what? You hollered loud!" She nervously stood up, removing the dildo from my soaking wet vagina.

I sat down, feeling icky between my legs. "I'm sorry..." She looked back and responded,"it's ok, been there and done that." She kept walking away. Still, the thought of her walking away disappointed, irked me. Oh well, it was passed my bedtime and I have to get my car to the car wash tomorrow before it gets too hot.

Finally waking up; the smell of Ryoko cooking downstairs. Last night was so amazing. Ryoko never made love to me like that since we've met. I went into the kitchen and kissed her on the cheek, as she fried bacon in the skillet.

"The lawn chair smelled funny, Kenada," Ryoko's mother told her husband. Ryoko ran into me really hard, of course I knew why and ignored it.

"What was on it?" "Don't know, and really don't want to know." She looked up at her reprehensible daughter.

"Ewww," Kirsten reacted with a frown.

I decided to go outside in my pajamas to fetch the mail. That's when I saw this mysterious female, standing right across the street. She looked over at me with a smirk on her face.

"You have a problem?" I asked her, practically forgetting about the mail in the box.

She glanced both ways down the street and crossed over. I kept my distance from her, because I wasn't aware of what she may do to me.

"Don't even trip girl, I'm not going to hurt you. I got some news on your girl though."

I just stood there, puzzled and curious to know more. "What?"

"She's not what you think she is." "Who are you?" "Someone who she knows very well. You better let her go, before you get hurt."

I glared at the girl before me, my fist clinching and ready to extend forward to her face. However, I kept my composer and allowed her to talk her noise.

"She's a prostitute... Evalyn..." She walked away down the street, not even looking back at me. That's when my fist relaxed. I couldn't take my eyes off this female. Who was she? Was she telling me the truth about Ryoko? How the hell can Ryoko could be a prostitute? This girl can't be serious...

Later on in the afternoon, Ryoko and I decided to head on down to the car wash. The sun was still shining bright in the sky, though we didn't care. This car needed to be clean.

I turned on the radio and listened to the oldies. Weekend Girl by the SOS Band played. That's when I begun to think about the lady who I encountered earlier. I'm still pondering if she was telling the truth or not. I just can't see Ryoko as a person who would do something like that. Then again, I don't really know her that well, for sure. All I know is that she does tend to conceal a lot of secrets. I still have no clue why she continues to hang out with these strange Asian women. It frightens me.

We finally arrived at the car wash. She pressed the buttons for the windows to go up. She drove the car onto the conveyor belts and allowed everything else in place.

Without warning, she pulls me closer and kisses me. I giggled and gave in, rubbing her sides. I unbuttoned her blue and white plaid shirt, platting kisses on her chest. Kissing up her neck, our lips united again. Her hands squeezing my bottom, I moaned a little. I wanted so much more, but had to resist, since we're out in public. When I pulled away, she leaned over to kiss my neck.

"I am so horny right now, Evalyn..." The words escaped her mouth. "You can't wait?" "No..." She played with the string on my corset. "Well, you're gonna have to."

She rubbed under my skirt, attempting to pull down my panties. "Oh my god, stop!" I pulled them back up before the owner of the car wash could catch us.

She reached into her back pocket to retrieve her wallet. The owner was waiting patiently, even though the look on his face toward me was causing me to give him an odd look back. Whatever he was thinking, he wasn't getting it.

"There," she handed him the money and drove off swiftly, jerking me back in the seat. She was trying to rush me back home to have sex.

"You better slow your ass down. You know the state troopers are out here." I told her, sneering. "You have nothing to worry about, because I'm rich, bitch!" I burst out laughing at that statement.

After three minutes, we arrived in the woods. Isolated, quiet and serene. I closed my eyes and relaxed my head on the seat, awaiting the words from my lover. She shook my arm and replied, "Hey! Don't go to sleep!"

"I'm not," I groaned and exited the car. I got into the backseat, a place where she wanted to go anyway. She did the same. The scenery was so dark, that it could have been night time. Apparently, it was going to rain again. Just while I was thinking it, it began to pour down.

She eased herself closer to me. I smiled at her, anxiously anticipating on her actions next. She reaches behind her seat and picks up a blue backpack. She pulled out two wine glasses, right along with a bottle of pink champagne. I laughed and covered my mouth in awe.

She handed me a glass and placed hers aside so she could unwrap the bottle. Going into the backpack again she acquired a cork screw. She smiled at me as she screwed the cork out of the bottle. I couldn't wait for her to get the cork out, I love pink champagne!

"Oh baby, you are too much," I told her, grinning uncontrollably. "I knew you liked this champagne, so I wanted to share this special moment with you." I wanted to hear more. "Really?" "Yes, my dear. I love you girl. I don't love no one else but you. I want to share my entire life with you, and only you.."

I wanted to cry that instant, but my tears didn't want to exit from my eyes. Pouring the champagne into my glass, I quickly imbibed it. I thought by drinking it down faster, we'd get down to the sexing. However the mood suddenly changed, after thinking about the lady from earlier. I looked into Ryoko's eyes, full of glee and a smile that melted my heart. Perhaps this woman was just a hater.

"Ryoko, I just wanted to say, that no matter bad things may get between us, we'll always be together." She placed her glass securely between her legs and wrapped an arm around me. "Is there something wrong, Evalyn?" I nodded my head, I just had to tell her about the lady. Even though it may exacerbate the mood, I had to tell her how I feel.

"Earlier this morning--oh my..." I spilled champagne on my inner thigh. She leaned over to lick and suck it off my thigh. I laughed out loud to the sensitivity in my thighs. She lifted her head up to kiss me. We almost spilled all of our champagne in her car.

When she stopped, she ran her eyes down my body. "You are so sexy." Her hand on my thigh was sending signals to me, that she didn't want to talk. I hated putting off our conversation, but I have to keep my girl satisfied. I sat my glass down and did the same for hers.

We took each others' clothing off. At first, we wasn't sure what we were going to do. She lied down on back and told me to lay down on top of her, but with my pussy in her face. She wanted me to eat her, while she eats me. Sounded like a good idea, haha. I positioned myself over her face and relaxed it on her mouth. I spread her legs and began to taste her delicious pussy. She inserted her tongue inside of me, with her hands grabbing on my ass. I watched her legs twitch to my tongue swirling on her clitoris. I caressed her inner thighs as I sucked and licked her. She licked me as she fingered me with two fingers. Switching to tongue fucking, she rammed it in deeper, tightening her grip on my ass.

"Mmmm, girl you taste so good. I love your clit," she said as she nibbled on it. I exhaled a moan, with a response, "I'm glad you like it, baby. You taste pretty good yourself."

We both put a lot of energy into our love making this time. I just couldn't resist her endless stimulation to my body. Any minute, I was going to burst my wonder creme into her mouth. Though, I wasn't into the whole cumming in the mouth thing, so I rose up. She sat up looking perplexed and asked me what was wrong. I asked for a double dildo. In luck, she had one already in her backpack. I gently inserted it inside of myself first, then into her tight, wet hole. She grabbed my thighs, thrusting it hard to pleasure both of us. Instead, I lied her down, because it felt more comfortable for myself. The loud thunder in the background caused me to hesitate to each pump. Her hands wrapped around me, pulling me downward to continue.

I hate thunder, who doesn't? It's loud and will give you a heart attack. I had to stop, so I pulled off of her.

"Oh come on, Evalyn. It was just getting good." "Thunder scares me. Because if there's a thunder, there's lightning." "You seem a bit tense." She rubbed my shoulder. I crotched up on the seat, looking out of the window on the right. The sky was a grayish blue with water pouring down vertically.

I could feel her coming closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. Her warm breath against my neck, she asked, "you know, I have to go to work later on. Late night shift." "Wah?" "Yes. Cassandra isn't coming in tonight, so I have to come in." She let out a dejected sigh, I rested my head onto her chest. Her breasts still erected, due to the coolness in the car. "What will I do without you...?"

It was a foggy, sunny morning, while Ryoko and I, sat at the table, eating breakfast. I read the morning paper, while she stared at me, from her coffee cup. I looked up and notices her stare and inquires, "What?" She smiled and looked away. I rolled my eyes, as I continued to read the paper. Damn she's weird. She looks up again, with the same look. And again, I look up to see her. "Ryoko, what's up with you? Why are you staring at me?" "Aww baby, why you gotta be so pretty?" She laughed. I lifted an eyebrow at her, and continue to read the paper.

Later that morning I jumped on the bed, singing in Japanese. Ryoko read her book, without even noticing me. It didn't bother her. She was used to my childish behavior. I bounced my butt on the bed and crawled to her. She wrapped her arm around my neck and kisses my cheek. I blushed with a smile. Our love was unconditional, each day, it grew stronger. There isn't a day in my life where I could ever regret saying yes to this woman.

She touches my arm, I let out a goofy laugh. She mocked me and hit me in the face with a pillow.

It was time for our works, so we decided to sit our morning kiss out for another time.

As she was taking me to work, I couldn't stop thinking about last night, when a rat appeared in my apartment.

Me: Oh my god, oh my god, kill it!
Ryoko: Relax, it's only a rat.
Me: Those bitches bite!
Ryoko: *laughs* They do not!

I was in her lap, while she was laughing at me. My feet were no where near the floor anymore. I was too scared, and from there, I decided to move into the mansion with her. It wasn't the first time, I had seen a rat. I've seen them all over the place. Sharing bills with her is fine, as long as she doesn't attempt to screw me over. I can't get enough of that ivory smell in her room, or the beautiful golden interior in the house.

"Here we are, my sweetie," she awaken me from my day dreaming. I looked out of the window at the building and back at her. "Thanks Ryoko." "No problem. Give me a kiss." I unbuckled the seat belt before glancing around to see if anyone were looking. She chuckled, her soft pink lips planted a kiss on my fiery red lipstick.

"Yay! Have a good day!" I was appalled at how happy she just expressed herself. What the hell is she up to?

"Ok, you too," I said before stepping out of the vehicle. I exhaled, then turned to face the car.

"What?" "I don't feel like going to work. It's just not the same here, without you."

Her happy mood vanished after my epithet. She stared forward at the road, the silence within her caused me to worry.

"I gotta go now, Evalyn," she finally said after fifteen seconds of silence. "Ok, bye..." She drove off expeditiously. The people on the sidewalk glared at me, as if I were responsible for her driving off like that. I rolled my eyes at them, and proceeded to the building.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I found my Iranian co-worker Stephanie standing in front of me. Apparently, I must have fallen asleep at my desk. All I could hear was Jeffrey Osbourne's You Should Be Mine, playing all through my dream. I think Ryoko and I were on a boat, and I fell into the water. That's all I could remember.

"You alright there, Evalyn?" She asked me, handing a cup of coffee to me. I blinked twice before responding, "Yeah, what happened?" "You tell me, you were asleep."

Then I remembered that I didn't get much slumber, due to my mind being on that rat, that was never found. I was just too afraid to go to sleep, so I stayed awake for about two hours. I had to endure the television and Ryoko's earsplitting snores!

When Stephanie returned to her desk, she kept looking at me. She could probably sense that I had my mind on Ryoko. My mind is always on Ryoko. She's practically the key to my soul. Without her, I'm nothing, and right now, I really need to talk to her. I extended my arm forward to retrieve the white cup, filled with coffee from my desk. As much as I didn't feel like drinking it, I did. I needed to remain awake, the stack of papers in front of me, were not going to get done by themselves.

Another co-worker, Mariah rolled her chair from her desk to mine. She greeted me, and thought she'd comfort me. I wasn't really in the mood. I had to listen to her discuss about her husband and children, and how benevolent life was going her way. I only responded to her conversation with yeahs and that's good. That was all I could say, I really had to get the paper work done. I wanted so much, to just shoo her away, but that would be impolite. She's kind for a Puerto Rican woman, just that now isn't a good time to hear about others' lives.

What made me put my pen down, was when she mentioned Ryoko. "You know Ryoko was a good worker. Very fun to be around. I sure do miss her." "Yeah, me too. It's boring here without her." "I wish she didn't tell on herself, about you two. My mother had a relationship with a man at her job, then he had to admit it to their manager."

I looked away, thinking about what she was saying. Swirling the pen around in my fingers, made me conjure that horrible feeling, I had, when I found out about the transferal. I needed a damn Smirnoff right now.

After work, I stood outside, waiting on Ryoko to arrive to pick me up. I was really tired, after filling out all of those income tax papers. I just needed my bed, and her in my arms. She showed up, when I had those thoughts. It appeared that her mood had shifted. She seemed festive again, as I peered through the tinted windows to see her smiling back at me.

When I got in, she planted a kiss on my cheek. The thing that was bugging me, was the fact that she drove off like a mad man.

"What was up with you earlier?" Her smile dropped then. "Nothing."

I rolled my eyes and fastened my seat belt. I knew she was lying, something was up.

"Ok, I was mad cuz you brought up work. You think I don't miss being there with you?" I didn't say a word. I could sense so much tension in her voice."Well yeah, I miss being there. This job doesn't give me much paper work. I used to have my entire view of the window filled up to the top. I missed that so much." "So why were you mad at me, then?" "I'm not mad at you, tenshi. I don't know, I was being stupid."

I really hate it how she feels so sorry for herself. She does this, every time we conflict. I wanted to consummate the conversation and talk about something else. I love this woman, but I miss the tough girl in her.

Later that night, I relaxed on the bed, while she was typing like hell. She was filling out the same revenue papers like I had to complete at my job. Unlike her, she enjoyed it, I don't. Believe me when I say, I wish I could have me two hundred grand like those rich people who always step in H & R Block.

The telephone rung. She stomped her feet down to roll herself over to the left to obtain the cordless phone from the nightstand. When she replied, it made me laugh. She sounded so angelic and innocent. Judging from her tone, it sounded as if she were talking to her mother or father. Whenever we would talk on the phone, she would give her best manly expression to me. After all, she was a tomboy.

I scrunched my feet and resumed doing the word puzzle from today's newspaper. I had pondered about Ryoko's request to go to Tokyo. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go or not. I'm guessing she wants to get out of Los Angeles for a while. This city gets boring after a while... I love the idea of getting out to Japan, especially to the Harajuku district and the Times Square in Tokyo. I wanted to squeal like a kid at the thought.

The smell from the macaroni and cheese that I made earlier, filled the room as if I had made in here. The kitchen was way downstairs and to the left. It was driving me nuts. Damn, I'm good.

I was listening in on my insensate girlfriend while she still resumed on the telephone with whoever it was. Jealousy began to incur my conscious. I was in the mood for her attention as once before. Turning the page in the newspaper loudly to gain her espial, it worked. Without looking up, I could hear her chair squeaking to alert me that I had finally caught her attention. For that, I was glad.

"Evalyn?" I heard her respond. I looked up at her with my lavish black eye lashes and returned a response, "When you're done, I need you over here." I grinned at her devilishly as my eyes returned back to the newspaper ads. She said nothing more, but faced forward to the computer to type and resume the spontaneous conversation with the anonymous person. I'm still wondering who it may be.

I studied her from the computer. She wore a black-corset lolita top(which is beautiful by the way), a white ruffle-long sleeve shirt, black legging like pants and black boots. Not to mention she wore her infamous hair pinned up in a pony tail, at the top of her head. She is beautiful... My girl...

She finally hung up the phone and turned to face me. I looked up to catch her, I crawled on the bed toward her direction. When I finally reached the floor, I grabbed another rolling chair and rolled it to hers. I sat in it, staring close to her face. As I had her hypnotized by my eyes, I slipped a hand down her crotch. She moaned softly and grinned. I licked my tongue along her lips as I continued to massage her clitoris.

"Mmmm someone's wet..." I said seductively, allowing one of my fingers to enter her. "Yes, because I'm with you." She wrapped her arms around me and we engaged into an uncultivated kiss.

She pushed me back, nodding her head. "Que?" "I can't right now, I have a lot of work to do." She bit her bottom lip, scrunching her face at me.

Talk about disappointed, I removed my hand from her panties and went back to the bed. I took my ball and put it away, my expression for how I felt.

"Sorry Evie!" I didn't pay any attention to her, when I got back into the bed. I'm not angry at her, just felt neglected, since she spent so much time with the person on the telephone. Ugh, damn her! She's a douchebag!

Another week passes, Ryoko and I continued our down low romance. To avoid any type of judgment, we would tell others that we're real close friends. It's quite sad though, but there isn't that much we could do really. It is what it is.

I'm sitting at the bookstore, by the window, staring out at the dispiriting rain fall from the sky and dripping from the roof of the building. I could hear the sound of Trouble Man by Marvin Gaye playing remotely in the background through the speakers in the ceiling. Of course, I'm awaiting the arrival of miss Ryoko, who seemed to have been running late. As usual... There was always something that had to come before me.

Suddenly, I had that peculiar feeling in my gut that she was coming soon. I always had that feeling, whenever someone was approaching me. Before I knew it, there she was. She was shaking her umbrella under the building, and walked in. She appeared to have been soaking wet, even with the umbrella. Shivering and frozen, she glances around from the threshold of the store for me. She saw me and walked over with that same old smile she had, when we met. I rose from my seat and embraced her. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, as if she were glad to see me.

"I'm sorry, my dear, for the delay. There was an accident on the road. A car collided with another, on the slippery road," the nervous look on her face made her look like she was intimidated by me. I didn't want her to feel that way. I am an understanding person, although, I have been told before that I am intimidating.

"Why do you look so scared?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. "No, it's not that, Evalyn. I care about your feelings, and I don't want you to think that I'm trying to play you. Since you don't trust anyone."

I turned away, after hearing that remark. I wasn't sure if she was playing with my emotions or was being serious. So I waited on her to explain why she said what she said.

"No need to think that I don't care about you, you know I do. You're everything and more to me. You do know that, don't you?" She ran her soft pale finger along the curve of my elbow. I didn't know whether to respond, or to just listen on more to what she had to say.

"So what were you reading?" I picked up a book and handed it to her. She read the cover of it and grinned. "Didn't know that you were into horror." "Of course. I even write horror stories." "I would love to read them someday, if you don't mind." "Not at all."

We stood there in a moment of silence. We both wasn't sure what we wanted to talk about. I watched the other customers enter and exit the store.

Ryoko stared at me, as I looked away. I knew, because she would always stare at me. She would tell me that I'm the most beautiful person she's ever seen. I never believe her, I've heard it too many times where people have told me that I'm beautiful, but in the next breath, I'm ugly or terrible. Compliments are meaningless to me.

"Evalyn... Is there anything on your mind that you wish to discuss?" "Nope. What about you?" She took a seat at the table where I was sitting at.

"Well, I would love to take you home with me, and get you into my nice warm bed." I looked down and smiled at her statement. I was down for that. She stood up, and met me face to face. Kissing me on the cheek, she took me by the hand and pulled on me to follow her. I done so, and grabbed her umbrella from the floor.

On our way to her place, she still couldn't take her eyes off of me. Nor did I, off her. Wow, I couldn't believe that this time, we were going to have sex. I'm in the mood for it, now, more ever.

It was still raining outside, sounds of thunder approached near our town as well. I didn't care, all I wanted to do, was be in Ryoko's arms.

We both ran inside of the mansion, and locked the door. I followed her into the living room. For some strange reason, Ryoko turned on the television and leaped onto the couch. I was like what the bloody hell? I thought that we were going to get it on?

She flipped through the channels, browsing for her favorite station and placed the remote control on the table. Without saying anything to her, I sat next to her, and remained silent. I closed my eyes, and covered them with my left hand. I just couldn't believe what was transpiring. Just hearing her laughing and giggling at the zany show on television, aggravated me.

Another hour passed, and she was still watching the show. I had to say something, or I was going to perish by her neglecting my presence. I rubbed her arm, as an attempt to be interested. She looked over at me, and gave me a shy smile. I fluttered my eyelashes at her, and gave her the sexiest smile I could ever give a female. Sliding over toward me, she wrapped an arm around me.

"I was suppose to take you to my bedroom, wasn't I?" "Yeah, but here is just fine," I caressed her breast. She grabbed me, we engaged into a kiss. I couldn't resist, so I gave into it.

I unbuttoned her brown lolita blouse and fondled her gorgeous chest with her white bra. She let out a soft moan, as she reaches to pull the string to my halter top. My huge breasts dropped when the halter fell to my lap. She leaned over to whisper into my ear, "Can I get in your panties?" I wrapped my arms around her, with a return whisper, "Yes, oh yes." Her hands felt so good on my body that I let out a loud moan as she licked on my breasts. I could feel my clitoris moisten at the sensation she was giving my body, from her sucking on my breasts. I lied down on my back, she continued her journey down on me. I felt her removing my shorts, my panties. There I was, lying on the couch, naked, my legs spread apart. My thighs so sensitive to her gentle touches and kisses. She wanted to tease me before she could get into what she really wanted to do.

"Oh Ryoko," I cried out her name, as she licked up and down my thighs. I twitched to her stimulation, she licked further down my thighs, to where she could reach my most sensitive area. She licked very lightly on my clit, before lowering herself down to slurp on it. My whole body began to tremble to the sensation, that I was going to bust anytime soon. Ryoko was certainly a pro at what she was doing, and it was turning me on. I closed my eyes and endured Ryoko's magic. Through my mind, I didn't care about the fact that we are co-workers. Having her for tonight was a dream come true. I was in heaven...

When Ryoko was done, she lied down on her back, on the opposite end of the couch, anticipating on me to perform the pleasure she gave to me. I slowly removed her bra, kissing and licking her nice erected tits. I licked around her belly button, kissing my way down to her pants. I unzipped them, sliding them off to reveal her silky black panties. Before I could reach for them, I heard her say something. She didn't want me to perform oral sex on her. I was perplexed, and lifted an eye brow at the young girl. She rose herself from the couch, and walked away from it. Sitting there naked, I felt sad.

"I'll be right back," she ran upstairs. I wondered what she was going to do this time. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait.

A few minutes later, she walks from the staircase, with a strap on attached around her waist. I smiled at her, and she returned one to me. She sat down on the couch, and pulled me to sit on top of her. I lowered myself down only to admire the zesty expression on her face. It hurted a bit, while I inserted the dildo into my vagina. I laid down on top of her chest, as I began to ride on the strap on. Like the sincere lady she was, she grabbed my buttocks, pushing it more inside of me. I moaned and groaned to the pain and pleasure that I was experiencing. She moaned along with me, teasing me with you like thats, ride me harders, and that's my good girl maxims. I leaned over to slither my tongue into her mouth.

I continued to ride on the strap on, enjoying the ecstasy. Her hands all over my body turned me on more. Moving from my breasts, to my clit and my buttocks. Our bodies sweated the entire time. My vagina began to clench the strap on, it was ready for me to cum.

"Mmmm... You're about to come, baby?" She asked me, looking down between my legs. "Yes, baby. I can feel it." She pushed it more inside of me, I moaned louder and louder. Her grip on my hips tightened as she grinded it inside of me. I arched my back, whimpering as I came. My fingernails dug into her shoulders, I could have caused her to bleed. With a slap on my buttocks, she pulled me to her face and kissed me.

"Did you love that, my love?" "It was so good." She smiled with reimbursement as she lifted me off her strap on. I relaxed my body on the couch, sighing with relief. That was the best first time I could ever ask for. Ryoko was simply amazing. She went upstairs once again, I'm guessing she went to put the dildo away. I couldn't wait for her to return back to the living room with me, so we could cuddle and talk. So while she done that, I decided to get dressed. Wouldn't want anyone stopping by, and saw that we have been up to something.

She returned to the living room from upstairs, with a look of concern. She sits down next to me, and cuddles up to me.

"What's wrong?" "The dildo had blood on it..." "Yeah, my virginity..." I laughed. "Are you sure? I was afraid that maybe I was going to hard or something." "Naw, it was blood from my virginity being broken." I nuzzled her in the side that caused her to jump. She relaxed her head onto my shoulder, and I patted her on the back. I was very comfortable about being with her. I felt assured that our romance would last.

The following afternoon, I sat in my apartment, chilling and doing my hair. I had just gotten out of the shower, keeping myself clean. For the first time, I felt like another woman. Ever since last night, I was feeling more adult than I have before. I guess I understand the meaning, when they say you have sex for the first time, you feel more of a man or woman.

I haven't talked to Ryoko since earlier, when I was at work. We didn't have much to say to each other, other than talking about seeing each other more. Before that night, I had to visit her home, to meet her parents. They were very sincere people, and I had the pertness to believe that they weren't going to accept me, due to me being an African American. I was wrong to assume that. They were actually happy to meet me, and wanted to see me again. I enjoyed eating Japanese chicken, it was the best chicken I've ever eaten. In actuality, it was time for Ryoko and I to remain on the downlow. I'm still afraid that our secret will surface someday.

I walked over, from my bed, to acquire the remote control from the dresser. I wanted to see if there were anything interesting on the tube. Just the same old tv shows, that I used to watch when I was a kid: Family Matters, Full House and Saved by the Bell. I can see why so many folks no longer watch television, hasn't been mutable, even when I was younger.

An hour passed, I glanced at the clock on the wall. It read: three-forty seven pm. I was waiting on Ryoko to call me. She was suppose to like, call me an hour ago. I know that I shouldn't worry, after all, she does have her own life. But, I can't help it. Should I drive by? Naw, that would make me appear desperate. I guess, I should wait a little longer. The anticipation was making me anxious. Where could she be?

Two more hours passed, I was lying down in the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an inane stare. She hasn't called me yet. I was beginning to worry about my darling. I was stiff, filled with a bit of sorrow. Suddenly, I rose up out of bed, and walked over to the settee where the telephone and answering machine was. It read no messages. Though, she always keeps her promises. Perhaps something came up for her? All types of questions sailed through my mind like ships in an ocean. I decided to forget about it, and take a walk to Starbucks, which is like a quarter of a block away from my home. If she decides to call, my cell phone will be on.

The following month, I found out some startling news. I now know why Ryoko hasn't been calling me, or has been at work. The boss transferred her to another location. I felt terrible, because someone obviously snitched on us. Come to find out, it was herself, who snitched on us. The boss was getting suspicious of the other employees smiling at us, and gossiping. He eased her into the office, and asked her what was going on. That was when she admitted that she had a romantic relationship with me. I sat on my bed, reading my mail. I kept looking at my telephone across the room from me. I didn't realize how much I missed talking to her, and being in her presence. I'm assuming that she thinks if we talk, it would hurt her even more. I felt the urge to cry so much.

I lied down the mail on the bed, and collapsed on the bed in tears. I cried hard, my face, buried into the sheets. My makeup smeared on my face, as the tears poured obstreperously from my eyes. Somehow, I felt more responsible for her transferal than her. But in my mind, I would do anything to see her again. To be able to make things right. I just can't help that she never wants to talk to me again. I cried more.

Why didn't she tell me about it, before admitting it to the boss? All of this time, I wanted her to keep it as a secret, now that it's no longer a secret. She told me that she'd always be there for me. I am so tired of people lying to me. I feel frustrated by this entire situation. She screws me, and abandons me. I have to be the dumbest girl on Earth.

After I sheded my tears, I picked myself up. I now realized that I have been screwed over, by yet another female. I just couldn't take it anymore. All those times we've spent together, this is what I get? I just can't believe she would do this to me. To us! So much for love!

Later that afternoon, I went to the mall. I browsed from store to store, to see if there were anything that I liked. I'm known for wearing mostly Gothic or Oriental clothing. It's just my style, I've had it for years. I managed to snag something, and paid for it, at JCPenney. It was a lime green, spaghetti strap shirt and some khaki capris. Bright, loud colors are my favorite as well. I remember my mother being like that too. I think that's where I got that from.

As I was going toward my car, I heard someone whisper my name. I looked over to my left, and I couldn't believe who I saw. It was Ryoko, she was leaning by the brick wall with plants in it. She wore a red/black plaid jacket, white wife beater and blue jean pants. She attempted to grab my hand, but I resisted and ran to my car. I could hear the soft sounds from her teeny shoes behind me. I clicked a button on my keys, to activate the lock. The look of anger on my face, as I turn to face her.

"Baby, baby..." She reached for me again. I was in tears at that moment, dropping my bags to cover up my face. She approached me closer, wrapping her arms around me. I cried on her shoulders, as I done the same. Don't know, I just wanted her arms around me.

She opened the passenger's side of my car, and got in. I went around, to get in my side. I threw my shirt into the back, and started up the car. I just couldn't believe she would show up, after being transferred. She looked nervous, as I drove. She had a lot of explaining to do.

"So what happened?" I said. "I got transferred. I had to speak up about our relationship, because the boss could sense what was going on. No one told him, I had to tell him." She spoke briefly. All I could do was stare at her.

"And?" "Well, I had to go. Look, I'm sorry for not contacting you, baby. I had to get my shit together. My parents were fussing at me and everything. I needed to see you, but as you can see, I knew you'd be angry with me." "Yeah, because you abandoned me!"

When we arrived home, I still wasn't done with her. I waited till we got inside, to unleash all of my anger out on her. I slammed the door behind me. She nodded her head, too afraid to even look at me.

"I just can't believe you, Ryoko. You waited a damn month to find me?" "Look, Evalyn, I'm so sorry--" "You had me thinking you didn't care about me anymore!" I picked up the nearest object and threw it at her. I was grateful that she did duck, if it were to have hit her, she'd be hurt.

"What about the night after we made love? You didn't even call me then..." She kept backing away from me, with a look of sadness. "I know I know!" "Are you seeing someone else?! You got in my panties and you move on?" She collapsed on the bed. I was so upset that I striked her with my hands on her arms and back. She curled up in a ball, blocking my blows. I could hear her crying, as she remained curled up in a ball, bypassing my hits.

"I'm sorry..." She said softly, her voice hiccuping. "I love you more than anything, but you hate me." I stepped back, and stared at her, from the door. My eyeshadow smudged on my cheeks, my eyes red as an apple. I didn't know what to say from then.

She peeked up at me, with her arm still blocking her face, could only see her eyes. She sat on the bed, her hands clasped together like a prayer. "Please forgive me... Gomen nasai, I mean, I'm sorry." "I know what that means," I looked away at the dresser.

"The reason why I didn't call you, was because of what you've just done right now. You got angry at me, and you hit me. But I deserved it, because I should have called you sooner. I didn't mean to make you feel like I was avoiding you. I would never ever hurt you..." I listened to her say more. "When I left, you were the only person I could think about. I would cry at night, because I missed you so much. I yearned for your touch, and wanted to hear your voice again. I did what I felt was right, to get transferred. Because if it were you, I wouldn't have been able to handle it. And no, I'm not seeing anyone else..." She dropped her hands, askancing.

"You're the only woman who has my heart, and will always be. No matter how angry you are at me. I just hope that you'll find it in your heart to forgive me..." She stood up, and walked toward my direction. She was leaving.

"Ryo, I'm sorry." She looked up with a smile, and replied, "me too." I grabbed her arm, that was on the doorknob. "Don't go..." "Naw, I gotta let you get some steam off." I wiped the tears from my eyes. "No, I'm alright. Again, I'm sorry. It was childish of me to even hit you like that." "Like I said, I deserved it."

She grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to her. Her face close to mine, as if we were about to kiss. "Can we get back to where we used to be?" She asked me, running her hands through my hair. I gave her the most dolly expression and said yeah.

"You know, we've been together this long, yet you still never asked me to be your girl..." "I haven't? Oh man..." I leaned against the door, still giving her my dolly expression.

"Will you be my lady?" "More than anything. Yes, I will." Without warning, she clutched me into her arms and kissed me. We engaged in a very romantic kiss, her hands wondering my body as mine was on her head.

I pushed her back and looked down at her chest. "I don't feel good to make love. I'm sorry." "Awww..." She held me tight in her arms. "It's okay sweety, we'll just lie down in bed and talk some more." "Thanks."
I walked pass her to go sit on the bed. "So what have you been up to, Evalyn?" She joined me.

"Not much. Just been focusing on work, and worrying about you of course." "Yeah, same here." I yawned out loud, and excused myself. Apparently, I was weary.

"Tired?" She rubbed my back. "Yeah..." "Come on, lets take a nap, then we'll go catch up on a movie." "Sounds like a plan, my dear."

It was a calm night as I was reading a book and listening to the television. I was bored of course, and in one of my moods, if you know what I mean. Since I'm not that good looking or popular around these parts, I'm not able to fulfill my sexual urges.

A little about me? Well... my name is Evalyn. I'm a twenty-four year old African American woman. I am also a lesbian; kinda stereotypical of how I became this way. I was so confused about who I was, but until I realized that guys weren't for me, I decided to stay with women. I've never had a girlfriend before but I have done things, hahaha. There's a really hot Japanese tomboy lady on my job, by the name of Ryoko. She's every man's dreams; beautiful, young and knows what she wants in life. I believe that she could probably have any man she wanted. I'm not for sure if she's a lesbian or not, but you should say, my gaydar goes everytime I'm around her.

How does she look? Well, she's kinda taller than I am, with short black hair that comes to her ears, baby face and butch like.

I hear a knock at my door, that interrupted my wild imagination of having some good sex with a girl. Placing the book on the bed, I walked up to the door to see who it was.

"Who is it?" I inquired, because I was too lazy to look through the door hole. "It's Ryoko." The person replied, causing my heart to race.

I allowed the woman into my apartment, she looks around, studying every feature of it. I did feel embarrassed though. I was wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of undies. Baka of me. But I didn't know that I was going to have company over tonight. However, I'm happy that it's her, since I've mentioned her.

"Nice place," I heard her, from over by the bathroom. "It looks better than mine."
She returns back from the bathroom. Her eyes scrolling down my body. I don't think I'm all that attractive, I think I'm fat. Nonetheless she apparently didn't think so.

"I want you to come with me..." She uttered to me, in the sound of a whisper. I was perplexed, so I had to ask, "Why? Where are we going?" "Somewhere, where we can be alone..."

I was still perplexed, I closed my eyes with a disgruntle sigh.

"Is there something wrong? If you do not want to go, I'll understand." I could tell by the tone in her voice that she really wanted me to go with her, to wherever. I persevered and gathered some clothing from the drawer.

After I was fully dressed, I applied light makeup to my face and combed my nappy hair. I didn't want to let her down, so I made myself up to look very... Girly?

I followed her down to the end of the hall, to the elevator. Fidgety as I was, I had to pretend as if I were expecting a surprise. She seemed impatient, as she pressed the number one button, several times until the door finally closed. I really hate elevators, I'm very claustrophobic. But considering that I'm on the top floor. I have no other alternative, than to take the elevator. I would be tardy for work by the time, I reach the first floor.

The door opened for us to exit it, I followed her once again. I couldn't wait to see where she wanted to take me.

An hour later, we arrived at a park. It was very gloomy and very wood-zy. Quiet, but creepy...

She looks over at me and says, "so... here we are. Alone, just you and me..." I smirked and climbed into the backseat. From there, I knew exactly why she brought me here.

She does the same, sliding closer to me. Running her eyes along my navy blue denim pants and black halter top, she asked me,"what's on your mind, dear? You seem a bit down... I can't quite figure out if you want to be here or not. Please, let me know what's on your mind. I will gladly help ease some of those melancholy bad boys off your mind."

From those words, I felt confident and in my heart, I felt like I could trust Ryoko. All I've ever wanted, was for someone to confide in, when things were laborious. Women like her are so hard to find... Should I shut the doors to the ones who do care?

"I don't know, Ryoko. There's a lot going on in my world, that outsiders don't seem to understand, or want to," I finally responded to her question. "What do you mean?" "I mean, I can't trust anyone, when it came to my problems. They later on use what I tell them, against me."

Suddenly, she came closer. The look on her face, appeared full of concerned. I really didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Even though my heart is broken, the last thing I want, is for her to care. I resisted by sliding away from her.

"Eva..." I heard her call out to me. I wasn't sure what to do, I really didn't want our romantic outing, get demolished by my stupidity. How pathetic of me, to look tense, during this time.

"Tell me what you want..." Still refusing to answer her question, I see her hand reaching out to touch me. I felt like a child, cloaking secrets from my parents. She lifted my head to her face, her beautiful mahogany eyes look so gloomy. I was nervous and shy, I mean this woman is gorgeous.

"I want a real woman. Is that asking for too much? I want a woman who is going to be with me, and not hurt me. I want to be able to love someone, without worrying about the possibility that she may turn on me, like the others. I'm tired of going to bed alone, crying myself to sleep. I'm sick of feeling worthless, like I can't give anyone, nothing. Every time I love someone, they fuck over me and give me lame excuses. Why can't people see past all of that, and take me as I am? Isn't love good enough, Ryoko? How can I know what someone wants, unless they tell me?"

I had to stop myself, because I could see tears forming in Ryoko's tear ducts. She didn't respond to my inquiries, only nodded her head. I could figure that she felt the same pain, I was enduring.

"I'm done crying Ryoko," I continued. "I've been crying all of my life, ever since I was a kid, ever since I was a teenager. I'm out of tears. I just have to accept life as it is. I'm going to die a lonely old woman with cats."

Crossing my legs, I had to stare at the young woman. She still looked away, without responding to me. I was beginning to feel neglected and insecure.

"You wanna go back to my place? I'm starting to get the creeps out here, as we speak," she laughs incredulously. Still wasn't able to respond to my questions. She was probably afraid to hurt me, by responding.

"Uh sure..." Was all I could say to her.

It was real quiet, when we were on our way to her place. Lying in bed next to her, was all I wanted. I didn't want to have sex tonight, my mood is too dismal at the moment. While we were on the way there, I kept catching her glances at me. I wonder what was on her mind, as well.

We finally arrived at her home. She had me guessing that she lived at an apartment, like I do. It was a classy two story home. Nice palm trees on both sides of the steps. I had a feeling that homegirl probably had a pool.

"You like?" She asked me, while I was gaping at the outside of the home. "Of course," I smiled back at her. "Well come on, lets go inside."

She was such a nice lady, when she allowed me to go in, before her. Wow, her home was absolutely magnificent! Glass chandelier on the ceiling. Golden stair way, white carpet with brown diamond designs in them. A vase of red roses, that meets you, as soon as you enter the home. This girl is amazing.

"How did you get this?" "It isn't really mine, it's my parents..." She was embarrassed in her rejoinder. "Nothing wrong with that..." I walked away, to look into the kitchen on the opposite side.

She began to walk onto the stair case. "Why don't you come on up?" I followed her upstairs, down a corridor. The aroma in the house made me want to glomp her. It was so amazing. It was as if I were in a fairy tale. Her folks must be hella rich.

She lead me to a room, that was white, just like the rest. Kingsize bed with thick white, fluffy blankets, gold bedposts... There was only one window, that was on the opposite side. Describing it would take forever. I pounced into her bed, kicking my sandals off, with my feet. She went into, what appeared to have been a bathroom. It smelt soooo good inside of her room, like butter and syrup. I'm not going anywhere!

"You like how comfy my bed is, Evalyn?" She asked me, from the bathroom. "Yeah, I love it!!" I lied my head onto the pillow... I wanted to stay there forever. She had that ideal home, that everyone wanted. And I couldn't afford. I could fall asleep right there, but still, I didn't want to spoil our lovely evening.

She walks from the bathroom, only wearing a navy blue t-shirt. I didn't see any bottoms, so I assumed that she was wearing either a short-short or panties. I watched her comb her short, dark brown hair, as she smiled at me.

"I hate to cut our evening short, but I figured that we could have a sleep over, instead," she tells me. It was my idea as well. I just wanted to simulate that I didn't know. "That's a great idea, Ryoko. I am quite tired." "Wait, not just yet." She crawls onto the bed, next to me. I was too restive to make love to anyone.

"I want to know more about how you're feeling right now. I know that you have more to say." "Actually, I do. It's hard to find people who will listen and understand. Usually people will walk away and never give a damn... You know?" "Yeah... I wish there was something that I could do. I can sense that you're upset, just thinking about this. However, you're being strong, and not crying, which I understand." "Like I said before, I'm out of tears." "I think that you are full of tears, just sick of being labeled weak, when you do cry. I do feel your pain."

I didn't know what else to tell her. It would take all night to construe to her, how I truly felt.

"Spill out how you feel, Evalyn. Please, don't afraid to open up to me. I can tell you, that I am dealing with the same issues that you are dispensing with. I have trusting issues as well, but let me tell you, you can trust me, Evalyn." From there, I thought that I'd go ahead and tell her what was up.

"What more can I tell you? That's all that I can say for now. It's not that I don't trust you. I really do. I just can never put the words together, to explain anything." "Try..." "I used to be bisexual, but I'm no longer that way anymore. I've been gay pretty much, all of my life. I've tried to like guys, but they just don't have anything that I want." "What's that?" "Well, they either run away from their problems, stand you up, say things to you-without even thinking about it twice, not compassionate about anything or too sensitive. I don't know, I just don't like guys." "I understand."

"It seems like women don't have what I want either. They're backstabbing, will believe someone else over you and are extremely confused about who they are. I am so sick of being approached by women who I don't want. Bi women always hurt me."

"Bad experiences with bisexual women?" "Hell yeah. Gosh, I wish more lesbians liked me, than them. It's just too much drama to deal with a woman, who will lead you on, but have feelings for a guy."

"I was bisexual myself, but I'm now, officially a lesbian. I hope you don't mind." "How do you know that you're a lesbian? How do you know, that you won't turn around, and develop feelings for a guy?" "I do know, Evalyn. Guys can't give me what I want either. I want to be in an emotional relationship with someone who can relate to my situations. Guys want sex all the time, I mean, don't get me wrong, I love sex, but not all of the time." "I wouldn't know." "What do you mean?" "I'm a virgin," I lifted an eyebrow at her.

"Aww that's so cute. I wish I was still one." "Please..." "No, seriously, I do. You have no idea how many women still wish that they were." "I never believe them." "Well believe me, when I tell you this, sweety. I admire you for not giving it up so easily, and waiting on that right person."

She continued, "My ex and I broke up last week. He told me that he no longer loved me, so he practically gotten rid of me." I heard her sniffle, by the expression on her face, she tried her hardest to hold the tears in.

"Wow, I'm sorry, Ryoko. At least you've had a relationship with someone. I've never had anyone." She looked up at me from her nod, and touches my hand. "Do you think there's room in your heart for me?"

My heart skipped a beat, my eyes widened at the girl's astonishing question. "Well, if you're up for spending a lot of time with me, I don't see why not." She gave me a warm smile, and kissed me on the cheek. From there, I knew that since we were both hurting, we could build something new and better.

A Special Someone..

Before, I had been heartbroken so many times. I've been hurt, rejected, neglected, overlooked, judged... In the back of my mind, I had been feeling like it was so hopeless to find real love. Love was something that others found, but never me. Every time I had it, it would kill me in the end. Leaving me depressed, alone, angry and solitary.

That was, until I met her. The girl who changed my life forever... She made me feel like there was a chance in love. That she was the one, I was destined for. I've found someone who I could tell I love you, and I would hear it back. Every time I hear it, it would feel so good, yet so dismal. No one has ever told me that they loved me, and meant it...

I'm at work, I can't concentrate at all. Ever since Ryoko and I started talking, I've been like way over my head. I couldn't sleep, at least I don't feel sad anymore. It makes me feel so good, that I know that she feels the same way.

"You look like you're in love," I heard a male voice behind me. It was my co-worker, Albert. His nosy ass is everywhere.

"Maybe I am..." I responded to him, without even glancing over my shoulder.

"So you finally found yourself a pretty Asian girly?" "Why did you have to say Asian?" "Come on, Evalyn, everyone at work, knows that you adore Asian women. Thus, you have Zhang Ziyi as your screen saver." He laughed at me. I felt so embarrassed. He is such a dork.

"Don't sweat it, Evalyn. There's nothing wrong with liking Asian women. You shouldn't be ashamed of it either. If Ryoko makes you happy, then so be it."

I had to keep in mind, that my relationship with Ryoko, is not what I want it to be. We're not in a relationship, we're just talking. Shit, I would be satisfied, if she did ask me out. But, she hasn't.

"We're not dating, we're just friends." "Ohhhh, that's not what she's been saying..." What the hell, I thought. Before I could get some type of explanation from him, he walks off, with a placid look on his face.

What the freak is going on?! Ryoko is going around, telling folks that we're together. Since the conversation with Albert, it appeared like I was having a bull's eye on my forehead. Every co-worker who has passed by my desk, kept glancing at me. I just had to confront my friend.

After work, I drove by Ryoko's house, and it appeared as if she wasn't there. So, I decided to make myself comfortable, by sitting on her steps. I nodded my head, to keep the strong wind from blowing my hair in my face.

An hour passed, and a vehicle drove by. I guessed that it was just passing through, but it parked right in front of me. My head remained down, until the person approached me. I saw black heeled sandals, standing before me, with black mesh stockings covering the person's legs.

"Hey my baby," I recognized the voice. I looked up, to be hit in the face with flowers. "These are for you."

"Ah, what? Ryoko?" "Yes, my love, it is me."

I stood up and walked to the side. Avoiding eye contact with her.

"What's wrong? Here, cheer up. These are for you." "I don't want your flowers." "Why not, what did I do? Can't you see that I love you?"

I walked up to her face, smashing the flowers to her chest.

"Love? How can you love me? We've only seen each other, since last night. We've never kissed, hugged, had sex or anything. But, you're at work, telling folks that we're together?" "But we are," her voice sounded more serious.

"How is that possible? We ain't done anything!" "I know, but I wanted to take things slow. I thought that you were feeling me though." "I was." "Was? Look, I'm sorry, I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please, don't be angry at me."

I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to be angry at her, I would have loved for her to keep her mouth shut. So we can both keep our damn jobs. We can't be co-workers and fucking each other. One of our asses would have to be transferred.

She reached for me, and open my hands. She grasped my hand around the flowers and smiled nervously in my face. I have yellow fever so damn bad, that I had to smile back.

"Come with me, my love. I promise I won't tell anyone else about us, you know it will come out eventually." "Then, one of us would have to leave the job." "I know." "Is it worth it, Ryoko?" "Can we talk about this later? We really need to make it to Arby's, before the buffet is all gone!"

At a time like this, all she cares about is food? I went along with her. In the back of my mind, I was feeling like our so called love, will cause a catastrophe.