“I was a teenager. Unlike Kim, she has yet to come fully out, at least in public. Her cleavage is pushed up slightly as she leans up against her arms. “But still, it is rather late.”
“We’ll go home, if that is what you’d prefer,” Kim remarks. “You’re the one who wanted to eat out tonight,” Kim smirks. “Those come with salads,” the waiter quickly interjects. While she is not ashamed of her personal choices in life, this is still all new to her. Hell, even now and again, I like a nice stiff one.”
“KIMBERLY,” Trini gasps with laughter, amazed at the volume at which she spoke. Two women, one Caucasian with flowing brown hair and the other Asian, Vietnamese to be exact, with long straight back hair, in their early twenties exit out of the small pale green BWM. As the two begin to eat and make small talk, Kim slowly begins to slide her right foot out of her sandal and slowly begins to run it up and down Trini’s exposed leg.
