Love Me One More Time

This is the story of my love life as a lesbian.


I slowly looked up with a confused expression. I lowered my head back down towards my seat while rhythmically breathing in and out, in and out. With eyes shut and a lot of sternness in my voice I said, "Do you really like me?"



She was taken away by that question, but she still had a demented look on her face. "What do you exactly mean?



I said, "You sure as hell know what that means Sophia!"