“You’re going to censor me and then control me and forbid me from seeing my sister?  I’m not nine years old.”

“Then stop acting like you are.  Get out, Stephanie.  You’re not helpin’ Tina.  You’re makin’ everything so much worse.”

Stephanie walked to one of the vinyl chairs and sat down.  “I’m staying.”

* * * * *

Shane was online at a computer at The Planet.  Kit had put in a few computers in a corner to give patrons a place to check email and surf the Internet.  Carmen was seated beside her and Shane was getting itchy.  Not that she was doing anything she didn’t want Carmen to see, she just wanted a littler personal time.  “Hey, could you get me another coffee?”

Carmen turned to look for a wait staff. She waved at a waitress walking by to get her attention. 

“Could you just go get it, Carm?”

“Why? Are you going to hook up with someone online?”

“That’s stupid.”  Shane put her arm around Carmen’s shoulder and pulled her to her.  She kissed her soundly.  “We aren’t joined at the hip.”

“We were last night.”

Shane couldn’t help but smile.  Sex had never been so satisfying.  She had probably had more sexual liaisons than all of her group of friends put together, but never had it been so overwhelming.  Carmen was sort of femme with her big hair, lip gloss, and the ‘fuck me’ shoes she wore when they went out, but at home, in bed, Carmen could play the role of a top just as easily as a bottom.  Carmen had been tasting the twat since junior high school and she was an expert.  She rocked Shane’s world in the bedroom.  Just when Shane thought that she was going to control their sex, Carmen would whisper something salacious in her ear and instantly make Shane wet.  There had been many mornings, most mornings in her past when Shane would head home after a session with the flavor of the night, knowing that the woman had been sexually fulfilled, however she hadn’t been.  With Carmen, Shane was satisfied every time.  Still, this was all new.  She liked her space, liked to flirt, and liked knowing the affect she had on women.  This was something Carmen wanted her to stop and didn’t want to see.  Shane was not going to tell the women she’d been with that they could no longer stay in contact.  If one of her former dates wanted to send her a naughty little email begging Shane for a repeat of a night they had long ago, Shane wasn’t going to say no.  She liked reading them; that expressed lust turned her on even if she had no plans to do anything about it.  She thought, once a dog always a dog.  “It’s not that, baby.  We both should have some private space.  Could you please get me a coffee?”