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Shelly was sitting in the sitting room when Arleen opened the door. "Your girlfriend just phoned." She said. "My girlfriend? What are you taking about? And why are you answering my phone?" Arleen answered puzzled. "Since you don't have an answering machine I picked up, it might have been important. Yeah public girlfriend! Some Melody chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo action honey. Why didn't you say you swung that way earlier? We could have played carpet muncher together, when the guys are out of town?" She snickered. "Fuck off Michelle, it's not like that!" She retorted, clutching the card to her chest and stormed past her and slammed her bedroom door. She sat on her bed and fumed, she picked up her phone and dialed, it had barely rung once before Melody picked up. "Who is Shelly? "Hi Melody, thank you for the card." Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by Melody's tone. "Shelly and I rent this apartment together; we share an expense, that's all. Not that bear it's anyone's business." "Ok, bye!" Melody said, clicking off the phone. There was a knock on the door. "Arleen? Are you ok? I was joking babe, don't get all upset, it can't be that doggystyle time of the month?" Arlene threw the phone at the door. "Shut up Shelly, just leave me alone ok?" She begged as tears began to flow, for some unknown reason. She sat on her oral bed hugging her knees and sobbed softly. "Jesus girl, what is it?" Shelly asked concerned, "Why the tears hon, come on, tell me whats happening." Arleen shook her head, still sobbing. "I dunno, I just dunno." Shelly sat next to her and stroked her long dark hair." Its ok babe, really, I'm sorry I teased you." She said while stroking Arleen's head. "I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three years? "She said while continuing to soothe her. "But what if I am?" she sobbed, "I dunno Shell, I just dunno I am so confused amateur right now, just let me sleep, ok?" she asked her friend softly. Elsie crossed her arms, “She was giving me so much shit about it being wrong, I was like, doggystyle I could do it. We can fix this. She felt his cock stretching both them and her oral anus. “Now where would I stick an ID card?” I replied with a tone of annoyance. I saw more smiles. Lara leaned over her, kissing her again. “He did tell me one thing though, that got my attention. It was a slaphappy public comfort to know that some things didn’t change – Paul still liked to screw with my head just as much as ever. Over lunch, I brought up the bear issue amateur of school again. Sissy explain now.