Franco’s entry into the comic zine begins with an interesting dialogue as to why he doesn’t really DO comic zines.  He talks a bit about quality, and trying to break his perception of the genre.  This issue of Con Queso, other than the intro is done entirely in a comic / sequential storytelling while, and I think Franco has a knack for it.  His drawings compliment the words, and vice-versa; there is a sense of movement, and the text flow works with the imagery.  It’s not a bad entry by any means, and I do hope Franco explores this medium again.  I like the split diagonal panels personally, they allow text where it needs to be while giving you enough peek at an image to reinforce the point.  Tastes like: A gooey toasted-cheese sandwich.  Fifty cents plus postage, and worth a whole lot more.
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Explicit Content, lesbian.  Chapter 1/6, This will be available as a novella at my etsy store soon :)


Chapter One:
Violet's Tit

 My breathing labored, almost panting, as I lay back on the small child-like daybed, I was thinking nothing other than the pleasure I was receiving.  With a loud moan my orgasm crested, my eyes glazed over, and I took a deep breath.
    The source of my pleasure, my best friend Trin was licking at the inside of my thighs in a dedicated manner, taking long soft swipes with her tongue.  She moved into me more, and lapped at the outer part of my cleft, her face covered with a soft dewy combination of sweat and my juices.  Her long bangs, matted at the tips, stuck to her flush red face.
    She delivered a kiss to the top of my cleft, where the pubic hair was thick and bushy.  I took some deep breaths in relief.  She laid her head on the inside of my thigh where it had fallen before and led to receiving my first pleasure from another woman.
    The television, a tiny nine incher flickered some cheesy science fiction flick that I had picked up.  Trin read something on the back of the tape, and had watched it before I did, and then told me it would be unsuitable for James, my son.  In all the time I'd known her, Trin had a liberal, progressive streak a mile long, and for her to say such a thing was a big deal.  She'd normally just give him her standard lecture, which let James know it was even better than normal.  In this particular one, women were hacked up in some bizarre sexually degrading ways.  Trin wouldn't go for that plan, and she knew I wouldn't either.
    Therefore, we ended up in her corner bedroom, sprawled out on her bed to watch it.  It was hot, the late afternoon of a Mid-May Sunday in Arizona.  I was dressed in a short dress, and Trin was in a loose top and a skirt of her own devising, billowy and long to hide her corpulence.
     She been watching from the edge of the bed on the foot and then had curled up on it as the trite film played.  I was half-asleep and so was she, and we tossed and turned in the heat.  She'd ended up using her hands as a pillow, then a pillow, then had moved over onto my leg when I shifted.  I wasn't wearing underwear, and knowing Trin, she wasn't either.  As she rolled over, she looked up at me to say something and saw that I wasn't wearing any.  Trin stuttered as she saw my bush and I smiled at her.  I'd known for a while she wanted into me, and this was my way of teasing her. 
    For her faults, Trin tried to be very polite, and felt ashamed she'd even seen what she did.  It had been seven long years since I'd thrown out my drunken boyfriend and two since Trin's husband had died.  I'd been hot and sticky and Trin's head on my leg felt good.  I had watched on the cheesy sci-fi flick these two women having simulated sex, and normally it wouldn't do a damn thing for me, but Trin was there.  I could feel the sizzle from her massive body as it lay on my legs.  I had felt her hot breath, and I felt the sweat of a big woman.  In some ways, it was very masculine.
    Without speaking, for I knew that I couldn't bring myself to ask her, I nodded.  With slow, tender kisses, she brought me pleasure over the course of forty minutes or so, consuming me with relish.  Her soft, pudgy fingers capped by her hard acrylic nails probed me with the utmost love and compassion.  That tongue visited every orifice it could find, her head holding my legs apart.  Trin, if nothing else, was a connoisseur of the flesh.
    The air was still, and stifling like the early heat of the year as the tape clicked and began to rewind.  The whirring noise complimented the bubbling from Trin's goldfish tank to create a sort of white noise. 
    I felt a chill, a shiver of fear, but not from me.  It came from Trin.
    It dropped the room's temperature like an air-conditioner and I could feel moisture on my legs.  I looked down as big weepy tears drifted out of her eyes and ran onto her thigh.  She licked at her thick lips and used a hand to try to clean herself off. 
    I heard her speak, but did not hear the words.  It was all so very surreal and then shattered by the reality of my son pounding on the door.
    “Hey!  When can a guy get some food around here?” James yelled, in his fifteen-year-old belligerence.
    “Whenever he gets off his own ass and fixes it.  You want to be treated like an adult,” Trin bellowed in equal defiance, “act like one.”
    James couldn't hear the crack in her voice.  I watched the shudder of her lips as she used whatever energy she had to drive him away, to keep this moment with me alive.  She moved her head sitting up on an elbow, and she turned away from me, taking deep breaths. She muttered, “Love that boy to pieces, but sometimes his timing isn’t so good.”
    I could only nod.  I was hungry, and needed something cold to drink.  Trin felt me move and sat up.  She did not face me.  I didn't know why.  I spoke to her:
    “I'm a little hungry myself.  You want something?”
    She turned a bit, and looked past me.  She did this when she was upset and knew she was going to cry again.  Her sarcastic side, sharp and witty was poised on the tip of her tongue, but she shook her head from left to right.  Trin was fighting herself, as she often did.  She was like that.  She knew the power of language, and the power of words.
    My hands trembled and touched the tears of her face.
    Her dam burst like a floodgate, tears sobbing like an angry river.  Over, and over she apologized and begged for forgiveness.  I put an arm around her shoulder as she sobbed into my shoulder and then kissed her on the forehead.  It was hardly the kiss of passion, but it was what Trinity needed.  She was my friend, I loved her, and I didn't want to see her in pain, but didn't know why she was in pain.
    “Trin,” I said.  Her massive head turned.  Her eyes were red, lined with smeared mascara.  “It's okay.”
    “You're sure,” she asked, swallowing.
    “Yes, I'm sure.” I said.
    She blinked some and her face grew pale.
    “You're a mess,” I said.
    She gave me a half smile, that made me feel good, and I knew she felt better for it, despite herself.  I took a deep breath.
    “Is it going to be okay?” She asked.  “Violet, you're my best friend.  I'd go through hell and back for you.  I have to know you don't hate me.”
    My head dipped back as if she'd hit me.  “Trin I don't hate you.  I said yes.  I gave consent.”
    She nodded.
    “Why the tears?” I asked.
    “Just scared.”
    “Of?”
    “You.” She said.
    “Why?” I asked.
    Trin took a deep breath, “I'm scared of rejection.  I'm scared you'll leave me, kick me out, and tell me you hate me.  I'm scared you won't let me touch you again.  I'm scared of what James will think.  I love you.  I always have.”
    For the last six or so of the last eight years of our friendship, Trin would tell me every so often she loved me.  She'd made it clear she was bisexual, and made it clear it wasn't a sexual love, but rather like the sister she never had.  She'd once had a brother, who killed himself when they were teenagers.  I loved her too, and she was the best friend I ever had.  She encouraged me when I went back to school, helped me study for tests and cheered me along through every step. 
    When I was accepted to nursing school, she and her husband, Ravi moved out of their environment with me to Arizona, despite the physical setbacks she dealt with being both solar phobic and heat sensitive.  When I graduated, she presented me with an engraved watch, and helped me find work.
    When her husband died, she was shattered.  A mewling mess that could barely function, and two years later she could just discuss her feelings for him.  While she'd always encouraged me to date, I couldn't care less.  I was raising James as a single mother and had my hands full.  My adult disabled daughter, Marie was in a nearby nursing home.  With all of that, both of our lives were complex and layered.  When Ravi, died I insisted she move in with me.  James was very happy to have his Aunt Trin back with us.  Before she and Ravi had been married, Trin stayed with us for a couple of years.
    James bellowed again, “MOM!”
    Trin bit her lips.  I could hear the smart-ass comment du jour upon her lips.  She wasn't in the mood for his teenage drama; she had plenty of her own.  I stood as any mother does when they hear their child.  Trin's dog, Woofer barked.  Trin deflated at the sound, knowing that our time together was shattered for good.  She grabbed for his collar.  I stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it.
    Her eyes followed me, and I turned to close the door and doing so looked at her, the soft droplets of rain from her eyes coming again.  “I'll be back in a couple of minutes.”
    She looked in my eyes and nodded.  She needed to hear that from me.  After I drove the Seventh Day Adventists away and threw a couple of hamburger patties in Trin's cast iron fry pan I poured myself a Boone's Blackberry Hill and Trin one too.  I told James to take it to her.
    He came back and asked me what was wrong with Trin.
    “What do you mean,” I asked.
    “Her eyes are all red and black,” he said.
    “The black part is mascara.  Make up.  She's kind of having some cramping problems and it makes her cry,” I said. 
    Not an untruth, but Trin often kept the nastier pieces of her biological functions to herself, only using them to tease James when he needed to be set in his place.
    “That's got to suck,” he said.
    “Yes,” I replied.
    I tossed together for Trin a huge cheeseburger; consisting of lettuce, tomato and the Dijon mustard, she loved.  James just wanted the meat patty and I made myself a plate and headed down the hall.  Trin's door was closed.  I tapped on it and heard rustling as Trin said, “Hang on.”
    She was rumpled and had used a make-up wipe on her face, and opened the door. 
    “Geese, Vi,” she cajoled, “You don’t have to wait on me.”
    Her glass of Boones, a twenty-ounce heavy glass tumbler was empty.  She'd opened up a bottle of Smirnoff Blue and poured herself three fingers.  I sat on the bed next to her and she laid a few pillows behind us for propping up.  I had not closed her door so Woofer could come and go. 
    She'd put on a comfort movie, an old favorite of hers, Monster's Inc.  The short cartoon of the birds was her favorite and she laughed when the feathers all drifted to the ground.  I felt better about her laughing and ate.  Trin lived life with gusto, and ate well, drank well, and loved well.  I admired her.  To see her vulnerable and sobbing as she was a few minutes ago was odd, and yet in line.  During the transition from Portland, Oregon to Phoenix, Arizona one of her goldfish died and she blubbered to the point of being unable to drive.  Trin was a creature of polarities.
    I'd gotten about half way through the sandwich when Trin dropped her empty plate on floor to let Woofer at it.  Trin sipped the Vodka straight and as she held the glass in her right hand on her thigh, it trembled.  As Boo clung to Sully and made Trin laugh I dropped my plate down for Woofer and put my left hand on my thigh, stretching.  It touched Trin's. 
    I could feel that spook her, she was still tender, still raw.  The Boone's made me feel warm, and garnered my courage.  I let a finger rub her hand.  She looked at me, with large eyes, reminiscent of the cartoon we were watching.  They had fear in them.  She trembled and her lips pursed.  I heard the droning of James's video game and for the very first time in my life, I kissed another woman full on the lips.
    Her lips were so soft, delicate.  Trin used a lot of lotion on her face and she smelled sweet.  I could smell her hair as well, and I wanted to explore it.  Fueled by the courage of alcohol I tugged at the braid of a hair-wrap I myself had stuck into her.  She looked at me funny and then moved her head into my pull. 
    Her round face felt good to kiss.  She sighed a sigh of happiness.
    She pulled away and I felt a loss.  She sat up, at attention and then I heard an odd tone.  She looked at the film as James had paused his game and gotten up and went into the bathroom across the hall. 
    He had closed the bathroom door, and often were in Trin's room to work on a sewing project so us hanging out there was no big deal.  I waited for him to get out of the bathroom, I wanted some more of Trin's lips and she stretched back reforming her pillows and lay down.  I could feel her hand trace the small of my back.  I was very ticklish, but Trin wasn't trying for that.  She just rested her hand there.
    James left the bathroom with a quick poke into Trin's room to wonder what we were watching and to get the tape that Trin had wanted me to preview.  I wouldn't let him take it, and he growled, “FINE” in his teenage mood and slammed the door.
    Trin was nonplussed and said, “Works for me.”  She tugged at the waist of my dress and I lay down next to her and looked into her eyes.  They were hazel, with a hint of green, and played off her piercings well. I took a deep breath and leaned over to explore her mouth.
    Trin's eyes closed and she let me lead the way as I licked her lips and brushed my nose with hers.  I grabbed a hunk of her hair as my excitement grew and inhaled.  The scent of her sweat was powerful, and sweet.
    I broke the kiss and looked at her.  She was smiling.  This was my Trin, the Trin I needed to see.  This was the Trin that was looking at my face to make sure I was okay.  I smiled back as she tilted her head and pleaded with her eyes.  My mouth, my jaws wrapped around the nape of her neck and I could feel her gasp as my teeth nipped at her.  I sucked, I chewed.  I marked her, and the way that she quivered, I felt she was going to orgasm.  I felt I was going too far and pulled away.  Her eyes had a dull warm glow to them.
    “Thank you,” she said.
    I was puzzled.
    “I like pain, you know that.” She said.  I looked at her neck, where a bruise was forming. 
    Ravi had always kept her marked up which she enjoyed.  She scooted more on her back and beckoned me on top with her hands.  I weighted the manner for a moment and then sat on her body.  Her eyes lit up as if a child's when you give them a chocolate.  I felt the mountain that was Trinity Jennifer Jacobs under me, and I liked what I felt. 
    I leaned forward, my nipples rock hard, mashed against her double-d breasts and she held me tight, rubbing my neck with her fingers.  She kissed my lips with hers then on my nose, face and neck.  She sucked some, I could tell she was pondering marking me but thought better of it.  My dress buttoned up to my neck, and she played with the top one unfastening it with her left hand.
    I sat on her for a moment, catching my breath.  With the door closed and the window shut, the air was miserable, and I had little choice but to open the window.  The curtains billowed and then I shut it, realizing that it would afford us no privacy.  I kicked on the fan at the foot of her bed that annoyed me earlier and pointed it away.  Some circulation was better than none, and then at Trin's suggestion I dropped the Venetian blinds and re-opened the window.
    Trin watched and then I addressed her:
    “I don't know what to do.”
    “What do you mean?” She asked.
    “Love the kisses.  Don't know if I can stick my face down there,” I said.
    “I'm not telling you to,” Trin said.
    I was puzzled.  “What then?  How do I go about doing this?”
    “Use your hand,” Trin said.
    I felt like a fool.
    I sat back on her and got comfortable.  She bounced me a couple of times that you would a child and then I lay forward on her.  We kissed for a while.  Finally, I got the courage and stuck my hand under her shirt. 
    Her huge smooth belly was warm as I rubbed it and I cupped one of her breasts.  She had those big puffy aureoles with tiny sharp nipples.  The tissue of her aureoles I could feel the pinkness of, this soft, tender tissue which fascinated me. I felt the nipples peak in my fingertips as her arousal formed.      I lowered my head to where I had marked her and gasped.  The mark was distinct.  I could feel Trin's grin.
    “Got me, huh?” She said.
    “Yeah,” I said.  “I don't know what to say to James.”
    She thought and then kissed me on the lips.  I kissed her back.  She could see my distraction and said, “I'll take care of the mark.”
    I looked at her.  I remember her prizing her marks that Ravi gave her.  She wasn't happy unless she was someone's bitch.  That she would do this, it told me a lot about how much she was willing to have me.  When Trin gave her word, that was it, the game was over.
    The puffy nipple called my name.
    I lifted her shirt and looked at her mammoth breasts.  Trin's eyes looked at me as I took one in each hand and kneaded them at once, bringing the shirt to her neck.  Her eyes reduced to slits and I could see the rise and fall of her chest increase.
    I took a deep breath and suckled a tit.
    Trin gasped.
    It was warm, so unlike anything I'd done before.  The nipple was interesting and I sucked on it, and gave Trin a bit of teeth.
    She hissed and said, “Easy girl, I still want kids.”
    I replied by easing off the tit a bit and moved stuck the shirt behind her head, pinning her arms.  I wasn't sure why I did this, but I felt a certain sense of control.  With her arms up and away from me, I was in charge.  I could explore her body, or not, at my leisure, at my delight.  Trin was reduced to the status of a plaything.  I'd already discovered she could give me pleasure.  My emotions were rushing at me, these realizations poured into me like the cheap fortified wine.
    That Trin had such massive strength that she could swat me away meant nothing.  I was on top.  I was the queen of the mountain.  I didn't have to eat my vegetables, and dammit, I liked it.  I dropped my head down and kissed Trin hard jamming my tongue into her mouth chewing on her lips and rubbing my body against hers, the fabric of my dress scratching us both.
    Trin slipped the shirt and went for my dress buttoning down the top buttons, until I grabbed both her wrists.
    She looked at me and I used my weight to hold them back, laying on my Trin.  “I'm on top.  My rules,” I said.
    Trin cocked an eyebrow.
    “I need control,” I said.
    “I need those nipples in my mouth,” she said with a grin.
    “You're mine now,” I said.  I trembled as I spoke.
    Trin's eyes watered.
    “You mean that?” Trin asked.
    “Yes I do,” I said.  I leaned back and pulled the dress over my head, revealing my plump tummy, fried egg breasts that sagged with their dark jutting nipples speckled with moles.  I could feel Trin's eyes drinking me in, they roamed me, head to toe.
    “Violet,” She said.
    “Yes Trin,” I replied.
    She petted her right side, and I lay into her.  This was my breast, the breast I'd cried many times when we were drunk and talking about our abusive childhoods.  When we'd crash on the sofa bed, I was on her right, and often slept against her. 
    “I told you this was your tit a long time ago.  I even threatened to get a tattoo with your name on it,” She said.
    I smiled at her.  “Yeah, you did.  You were right.  It just took me a while to come around to it.”
    “That's why I'm not worried about sex between us.  If it's right, it'll happen.  Just now when you were on top of me, you took control.  I need that, now, more than ever.  I've always tried to be there for you as a friend, but inside, I thrive on control,” She said.
    I challenged her.  “So if I told you to lick my toes...” I said.
    She reached for a foot, but I pulled it away.  My feet were ticklish, and knowing Trin, she'd lick them until I kicked her in the head.  I snapped at the elastic hem of her skirt.  I didn't need the courage of alcohol now.  I had the stability of Trin and that was all I needed.  Trin didn't move.  This was her challenge, her defiance to my control.  If I wanted into her drawers, then I would have to take the skirt down myself.  I snapped it again.
    “Off,” I said.
    She looked at me, amused.
    I mounted her, and looked her in the eyes.  “I said off.  I mean it.”
    From the bottom, Trinity still managed some control, by propping her feet against the bed and lifting both her own massive body and mine with just he power of her thighs and abdominals.  My knees no longer touched the bed, and I slid forward, bashing at her tits as I moved.  I felt her hands snap her skit down, and a leg caught the lip of it and tossed it off the bed.  She lowered us and I found myself with my knees at the tip of her shoulders.  I grabbed each of her hands and tucked them beside her, using her weight to pin the forearms.  I could feel her breathing quicken as she stared at me.  She had never seen me like this before.  I had never seen me like this before.
    “Trin, I'm serious, I need to have control,” I said.
    She nodded.  I didn't feel she took me seriously, so I grabbed her right breast and pinched at the nipple.  It wasn't enough to cause serious pain; it was like when she'd grab James's hair to get him to listen to her.
    “This is my tit,” I said.
    She nodded.
    “Say it,” I said.
    “That's your tit,” She said.
    I twisted just a bit.
    “That's your tit,” She hissed.
    “That's right, Trin.  That's violet's tit.  Don't you forget that.  Ever.”
    Trinity nodded and looked at my navel a scant few inches away from her.  She made a pursing motion with her lips and I scooted forward and let her tongue explore my cinnamon roll.  It didn't do a whole lot for me, so I stole a look down and eyed her slit.  Trinity had no pubic hair, and in fact no body hair from below her eyebrows.  She once claimed she hated it all and had it laser removed.  Personally, I thought it made her look like a ten-year-old, but hey, it was her body.
    I turned my attention back to her nuzzling tongue and then the words I had spoken to her settled in to me.  It was my body now.  Trin would do anything for me.  To prove it to myself, more than Trin I scooted up some more and wavered my soaking wetness into her face, raping her lips and nose with my pubis. 
    I humped, bumped, ground and took a whole lot less long than the previous climax to leave a gooey deposit on Trin's face. 
    I looked down, and saw she had one knee up, and one down, and could see her mons was purple and deep red.  I wasn't up to giving her head, but reached a hand down, and fexplored with a couple of fingers.  I rolled her hood with a fingertip.  Her eyes were wide open and I could feel an energy building in her body.
    “Please,” she asked.
    “Please what,” I said.
    “I need release,” She said.
    I swallowed the saliva in my throat and leaned down.  I kissed her lips, tasting my own fluids for the first time.  I slid to her side where my tit was and latched onto it with my mouth.  I felt her right hand start to diddle me a bit, but it wasn't serious.  I took my thumb and rubbed at her hood in tiny circular motions while slipping three fingers into her.  She groaned and humped at my hand. 
    Her left hand guided me a bit, sort of as if she was using my hand to masturbate herself.  I bit at the nipple some and she shuddered, and unlike me did not squeak but gave off a short high-pitched audible sigh that was followed by a smaller quiver.  She had climaxed not once, but twice, and used her free hand to hold the knuckles of my fist at her tight, wet folds. 
    I brought the hand to my face and took a soft lick.  It would take some getting used to.  I lowered it to Trin's lips and she licked it clean with her long tongue strokes.
    “Thank you,” She said.
    “You're welcome,” I said.  I curled onto her right side and kept a watchful eye on my tit for the rest of the evening.

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Daril’s zine deals with the life and lives of Sacramento.  Professionally laid out on legal paper, heavily laden with photographs, BC&C is a meaty piece of writing.  The Table of Contents shows us a plethora of Sacramento-based articles, this issue seems to be focusing on transportation and immigration articles.  The writing is tight, full of factual references and lots of good area-specific information.  Daril presents a powerful piece entitled, “Immigrant marches Shake capital” that brings the issue firmly home.  His photos are clear, and provide human faces behind the struggle.  Several more well written articles follow, with a very detailed article about a high-speed train project.  Bollywood report, Restaurant and music reviews toward the end, capped by events and comics.  Tastes like: A big hefty salad with lots of goodies in it.  Two bucks plus postage, worth every dime and then some.
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Week Two:
“Needed That”

    Trin sat in the cafe in the downtown Phoenix J.J. Newberry's at the counter.  Her long flowing patchwork skirt draped down to her Birkenstock sandals which sat on the small metal stool's footrest.
    In front of her was a large bacon cheese gardenburger with crinkle cut fries and a home-made chocolate milkshake.  Pure, utter, comfort food as far as Trin was concerned.  It made no difference that she hadn't eaten since last night, and had slept in until about nine o'clock in the morning.
    Violet had been conked out in the front room as she usually was after working night shift and getting James off to his freshman year in high school.  Trin vacillated long and hard about waking her up, and in the process of getting Woofer out for his morning constitutional had done so quite by accident.
    Violet had not been grumpy as Trin had thought originally and they sat together for a time on the couch, necking a bit and talking.  Only when the alarm in Trin's PDA went off at quarter to ten did they part.  Violet saw her to the door, something she'd been doing since Sunday.
    From Sunday to, Wednesday, they had made love in three different rooms in the house about ten times in total.  Trin was growing accustomed to being intimate again, and Violet was becoming very accustomed to Trin's tongue being used as a device of pleasure.  She hadn't yet been able to bring herself to licking on Trin, but was getting the whole frigging thing down pretty good. 
    Trin wasn't pushing, by any means, but deep inside she really did want to be eaten.  She longed to feel a tongue cleaning her clit, not to mention all that hot breath that cranked her chain so easily.
    As that had yet to happen, and for dozens of other reasons, Trin did what she did when she was worked up.  She ate.  The crinkle cut fries she felt were the best part of the meal, she salted them heavily and ate them coated with ketchup, three or four at a time.  Her therapy wasn't scheduled until noon and she often came early to poke about the stores and have a bite to eat before heading up to Nancy's office.
    Nancy, Trin's therapist, waited for Trin out in the lobby of Phoenix Rising, a not-for-profit counseling group that serviced sexual minorities in Arizona.  Trin arrived panting, and wheezing as the elevators were both out of service and the office was on the fifth floor.  Nancy brought her water as she paid her fee and then brought her back.  Trin flumped on the couch as she usually did, hiding from the venetian blinds.  Noon was Nancy's earliest appointment and usually Trin could get to her studio for the hot part of the day afterward.
    “Well you made it.” Nancy said. 
    “I did.  Not quite sure I was going to there on the third floor.” Trin replied.
    “Good, good.  So how was this last week.” Nancy inquired.
    “I got laid.” Trin said.
    Nancy blinked.
    Trin had often gone on and on how there would never be anyone else, that no one could replace Ravi.  She'd lamented how she would die alone, which had prompted Woofer's purchase.  Woofer was now three, and frankly, Nancy was almost at the point where she was inclined to believe Trin.
    “Who?” Nancy said.  She was unaware of any prospects on the horizon.
    “Um.  Violet.” Trin said.
    “Your roommate?” Nancy inquired.
    “Yeah.” Trin said.  “I seduced her.  I think.  I dunno.  Hell, I don't know anything any more.” With that, Trin's big sloppy tears fell again, running down her chubby cheeks in her foray into the guilt of her mind.
    Nancy was used to this, Trin was a crier.  Nancy had always encouraged her clients to cry, especially Trin who locked her emotions in tightly.  It had taken her over a year to get Trin to really dump her guts about Ravi.  She handed Trin a box of kleenix and gave her a few moments to compose herself, stepping out.  She found out her one o'clock had canceled and ordered the slot blocked.  Today would be rough for Trin and she wanted all the time she could get.
    When she returned, Trin was ready to babble about how shameful she felt about Violet, and how she had no clue about how to deal with James.  Nancy waited patiently and then began to cut through Trin's statements after she had exhausted herself.
    “So she enjoyed it?” Nancy asked.
    “She's cum most every time, and we're running out of rooms.” Trin said happily.
    “So why do you feel so guilty?” Nancy asked.
    “I um, well um.” Trin said.  She stuttered and her eyes flickered.  She took deep breaths to make herself calm down.
    Nancy relentlessly backed Trin into a corner.  She told Trin in no uncertain terms she was a good person, and deserved a good relationship.  Trin reacted like she was branded, and believed none of it.  It actually made her upset to hear these compliments. Nancy had tried various techniques and over the last two months or so, Trin had been able to deal with it.
    With this new relationship, Trin was now back to square one, emotionally.  Nancy was frustrated, but kept her cool.
    “So where are you going to go with it?” She asked.
    “I'm gonna keep my nose buried between her thighs for as long as it takes for her to kick me out of the house,” Trin replied.
    “What if that's never?” Nancy challenged her again.
    Trin got very quiet.
    She said, “then I'll be very lucky.”
    Nancy replied, “then I hope you're very lucky.”
    Nancy inquired for specific details regarding the relationship and frowned slightly as Trin explained some of the more dominant aspects of it.
    “So let me get this straight.  She's waking you up for sex, and you're the one feeling like you're imposing on her.”
    Trin nodded vehemently.  “She'd never had another woman before.”
    Nancy said, “Trin.  Take my word for it, you have nothing to fear guilt wise.  I'd be more worried about you being used for nothing more than a biological vibrator.”
    Trin quite liked that idea and grinned.
    Nancy muttered something about being incorrigible and then opened up an old wound:
    “So you going to pride this year?”
    Trin looked at her flatly.
    “Why?”
    “Because it's good to take pride in your diversity,” Nancy replied.
    “One day of the year?  I think not,” Trin countered.  “Pride should be held every day.”
    “Then why don't you?” She said.
    “I have pride,” Trin said.
    “In what?” Nancy demanded. 
    Her tongue sliced Trin like a knife.
    Trin sat there silently. 
    Stupefied.
    The second hand of the clock drug along. 
    Fifteen seconds. 
    Thirty. 
    Forty-Five.
    A full minute passed.
    “Do you see a problem here?” Nancy said.
    Trin would have grunted but she was afraid Nancy would compliment her.
    “So I should be proud I'm an aging fat lesbian seductress,” She said sarcastically.
    “How many awards have you won for your artwork?” She asked.
    Trin lapsed back into silence.
    “Six?  Seven?” She offered.
    “Five,” Trin corrected her.
    “How many galleries represent you?” She asked.
    “Fourteen,” Trin said flatly.
    “Is Violet beautiful?” Nancy asked.
    Trin took a deep breath and let it out softly.
    “Violet is a wonderful woman, and I am lucky to have her.  Beautiful, without question.”
    “Can you take some pride in her beauty?” Nancy said.
    “I'd be afraid to be seen with her,” Trin stated, not answering the question.
    “Why?”
    “I don't want someone to take her from me,” She said.
    Nancy growled.
    “Dammit Trin.  You're better than this and you know it!” She roared.
    Her voice pinned Trin to the couch.  Trin's pupils became pinpoints.  Nancy rarely, if ever yelled at her.
    “Don't fuck with me.” Trin snapped back.
    “Why not?  What are you going to do about it?” Nancy countered.
    “I don't deserve to get yelled at.  I'm a good person,” Trin said defiantly.
    “Yes, you are.  That's my point.”
    Trin felt bamboozled.  Manipulated.
    “Don't turn my words against me,” She said.  Trin was no master linguist by any means, but she knew when she was being played.
    She looked up at the clock and was thankful that her hour was almost over.
    Nancy saw the eyes move and closed in for the kill.
    “My one o'clock canceled.  I can give you another hour.”
    Trin reflected upon this.  She knew they were treading on thin ice, but also knew that was when a lot of good things happened.  She countered to Nancy.
    “I need a break.  A smoke,” She said.
    “Agreed.  I could use one myself,” Nancy admitted.
    “Roof or parking garage?” Nancy offered.
    “Garage,” Trin said. 
    She grabbed at her denim handbag, unzipped it and pulled out her cloved cigarettes and her Zippo.  Standing up, she stepped into her Birks.
    Nancy stood up and locked the door behind them.  Nancy was silent as Trin made her way laboriously down the stairwell, having almost as difficult a time going down, as coming up. 
    A crack resounded as one of Trin's nails hit the metal bar on the door.
    “Broke it?” Nancy asked after hearing the sound
    “I need a set of fills anyway,” Trin said.
     A wave of Arizona heat hit them like a laser, and didn't stop either one of them from lighting up in the impromptu smoking area that was in one corner.
    Trin inhaled deeply and held the smoke down like someone smoking a joint and exhaled through her mouth, frenching the smoke. 
    “Goddess that's good.” She said.
    Nancy nodded.
    “So what's she think of that?” She pointed toward the cigarette.
    “Hasn't said anything.” Trin said.  “I'm good, I only smoke three or four a week.  One after you, and if I get a snotty client, one after them.  Sometimes I have a joint with some of the other artists, but I never bring it home.  Don't want it around James, and I'm sure Vi gets pee tested.”
    Nancy nodded.  “I'm lucky, I think, being an intern and all.”
    Trin nodded taking another drag off the filterless clove.  Because of it's oils, it burned far more slowly than a normal cigarette and Nancy could sneak two in in the time it took Trin to smoke one.
    “So she's hot, huh?” Nancy said, fumbling for her lighter.
    Trin snapped her zippo up without missing a beat. 
    “Like fire, baby.  Gushes like a hydrant.” Trin said.
    Nancy smiled lecherously.
    “You therapists are all alike.  Get the goods and frig yourselves in the bathroom,” Trin mouthed off.
    Nancy's face became impassive.
    “I plead the fifth,” She said.
    “Bitch,” Trin challenged.
    “Cunt,” Nancy replied.
    “Whore,” Trin lashed.
    “Slut,” Nancy baited.
    “Only for Vi.” Trin admitted.
    “Good.  I wish you and she many long years of slurping,” Nancy said.
    “She tells me she's in for the long haul,” Trin said.
    The clove had burned to within a quarter inch of her finger and she pondered lighting another one.  She dropped the cherry to the ground as the buzz started to hit her, and the stub she stuck back in the metal case, but made no effort to move.
    “You want another?” Nancy asked.
    Trin answered by pulling a second out, and then offered the open case to Nancy.
    “I shouldn't,” Nancy said.
    “Neither should I,” Trin said, lighting it and taking a hefty drag.
    Nancy bummed another light off Trin and her eyes dilated softly as the cloved smoke relaxed them both.
    “So where you going from here?” Nancy asked.
    “Was going to the studio, but I'd rather go home,” She said.  She undid the scarf that complimented her outfit and showed Nancy the old hickie Violet had laid on her on Sunday and then a fresher one on the other side.
    “Wow.  She's a biter,” Nancy said.
    “Just like I like 'm,” She said.  “Reminds me of Ravi, but he was too gentle at times.”
    With their therapeutic session relocated comfortably, Nancy took advantage of Trin's slight stoning.
    “Feels different, doesn't it?” She asked.
    “I loved Ravi.  If I could have taken that accident for him, I would have.  I've come to the point though, that he would have wanted me to love again, but frankly, I don't want a man.  I didn't want a man when I met him.  He was just gender dysphoric enough to be socially attractive, and passionate enough to be sexually interesting.  I had to sort of lead him in the dominant department, but when he understood it pleasured me, he was a quick learner.  Ravi spoiled me for men.  Period.”
    Nancy nodded.  She'd lost a couple lovers in her life, but never by being clipped by a bus.  She had only once slept with a man, and didn't care for it.
    “So other than the biting, are you getting any of your submissive needs met?” Nancy asked.
    “Some.  She takes my shirt off by putting it behind my head.  It's kinda like amateur hour for bondage, but it's also pretty cool.  Sometimes I leave it there, sometimes I take it off.  I like to grab the edge of the daybed and kinda pretend I'm tied up,” She said. 
    “That works, huh?” Nancy said.
    “It'll do.  It's kinda like being eaten.  I'd love it, I want it, but she's new to all this?  You know me,” Trin blushed, “I'll never ask.”
    “Don't you have a right to receive pleasure?” Nancy asked.
    “She kisses me and frigs me at the same time.  Tell me that's not pleasure,” Trin said solidly.
    Nancy nodded.
    “What about the boy?” She inquired.
    “We're playing hide and go seek until she comes out,” Trin said, replacing the scarf.
    Nancy nodded.  She pondered for a while, “I know he got some bad grades a while back.  How did that resolve?”
    “She's not going to do anything about it.  He's not my kid, but we've talked, he and I.  I am trying to get him to understand that he should take some pride in his work, but you can't instill pride.” She explained, “it must come from within.”
    “What do you know about pride?” Nancy poked at her.
    “Fuck you,” Trin said as she inhaled more smoke from her mouth.
    “I dare you,” Nancy said.
    Trin cocked an eyebrow.
    “I dare you to take her to pride,” Nancy said.
    “I dunno.  She hasn't even said she's bi, much less a lesbian.  I have to think of her sexual identity,” Trin said honestly.
    “Think, yes, hide behind, no.” Nancy stated as they made their way back to the office.
    For a while they talked more, of non relationship things, some reading that Nancy had wanted her to do, particularly a tome entitled, 'The Power of Now' and similar books.  Trin tapped them all into her PDA and at the end thanked Nancy profusely.
    Trin sped home in her sixty-six Nova.  The old beast was like Trin in that she hated the heat, and Trin kept her well hydrated and topped with oil.  She hit the duplex at twenty after two in the afternoon, and found Violet still on the couch, asleep.
    Trin was pouring in sweat just from the brief drive and went into the bathroom to shower, as James would be home in a handful of minutes. 
    The hot water felt good to her as it pulsed into her hair.  She scrubbed shampoo twice into it, and then lathered fully with conditioner.  As it soaked in, she turned the hand held shower unit to some more intimate regions.  She did not hear the bathroom door open, and nearly had a heart attack as Violet opened up the curtain.
    “Dammit woman!  Scared the piss out of me!” She bellowed.
    Violet looked between Trin's legs.
    “Liar,” She said, and peeled out of her house dress and stepped in.
    “James called, he won't be home until five,” She smiled wolfishly.
    “Hell yeah,” Trin said and laid a firm lip lock on her.
    Violet had a very confident feeling and asked Trin if her ears had been burning last night.
    “No, but I bet yours were today,” She said.
    “I ended up talking about you to the other Nurse last night,” Violet said.
    Trin got quiet, as she knew this other Nurse was an out lesbian.  She wasn't offended, but deathly curious.
    “We had lunch and stuff.  Hung out, I guess one of the other aides is gay too, and she got drug into it.  I sorta said I was sleeping with you.  It felt good to talk about it,” Violet confided.
    Trin's crooked smile formed and she pulled Violet toward her.  They kissed deeply in the shower.
    “How was your shrink?” She asked.
    “Good.  I told her, and she kicked me in the ass,” Trin said.
    Violet cocked an eyebrow. 
    “The usual shit,” Trin said.  “I'm a good person, I deserve someone like you, yadda, yadda, yadda.”
    Violet said nothing but instead nuzzled on Trin softly.  Trin sometimes needed to vent about Nancy too.
    “She also dared me,” Trin concluded.
    “Dared you?” Violet asked.
    “Dared me to take you to pride,” Trin said.
    “That's the big gay lesbian park thing, right?” Violet asked.
    “Yeah.  I just go for the cool t-shirts,” Trin said.
    “Lemmie think on it,” Violet said.
    “Good by me,” Trin replied, soaping up Violet's hair.
    Violet cooed under Trin's deftful ministrations, as her scalp was massaged, rinsed, re-lathered, and conditioned.  While the conditioner soaked, Trin and Violet simply enjoyed the peace of each other's company, in the humid air.  Soapy hands explored, but there was no need to climax, just the pleasure of mutual arousal.
    They toweled each other off, and padded naked into Trin's room.
    They sat on the bed and Violet softly trailed her fingers upon Trin's lips.  Trin purred softly as if she were a giant pussycat and softly suckled upon the finger.  It became all that she was, that one finger as it rolled into her mouth.
    Violet smiled and gently rubbed one of Trin's nipples and gave Trin a playful push  on the chest.  Trin fell backward, grabbing her with a broad smile.
    For quite some time they would kiss, talk about this or that thing, kiss some more, and talk.  Violet found that their already close conversations became intensely deeper now that they were intimate, and that was something she treasured.
    Trin playfully pulled Violet up some and nursed gently upon her long nipples.  She nibbled, chewed softly and suckled rather happily.  Violet was content to watch.  She was trying to garner her courage, but found herself getting wet at the attention.
    She moved father up and softly teased Trin's nose with her thick mat of pubic hair.  Trin nipped playfully at her, and slid a tongue against her labia.  Violet pulled back.
    Trin was curious, and somewhat puzzled, and then Violet reared up, and moved her legs, rotating upon Trin her rump waving in Trin's face.  Trin grabbed it with both hands and pulled it toward her mouth like a hungry mountain lion and some hapless animal, licking, sucking and chewing any convenient piece of flesh she could find.
    Violet let the pleasure happen and found herself staring at Trin's bare snatch.
    Softly she brought a lot of her weight onto Trin, and gently rubbed at her partners smoothness with both her hands.  Trin was wet, and she tasted the wetness and found it palatable.  Her friend the nurse said that she shouldn't think about it and just do it.
    Violet dipped her head down and took her friend's clit into her mouth.  It was warm, and felt like a triangular nipple as she lapped softly at it.
    Trin stopped for a moment.  She realized what Violet was doing and smiled, and got an idea.  Gently she lapped at Violet's clit as well, in about the same stroke that Violet was going down on her as well.
    Violet picked up on this and softly stuck her tongue down into Trin's moistness, her senses reeling in the pungent womanhood.
    Trin jammed her face into Violet, sticking her tongue as deeply as she could go while softly rubbing her clit with a finger.
    Violet was not to be undone and went for the gold, her tongue exploring Trin's inner and outer labia hungrily, now understanding what it was like, the desire to eat another woman.
    Trin worked at Violet with a couple of fingers flickering Vi's clit with her tongue making an obscene slurping noise.  Violet felt her rush coming and pulled her butt away.
    Trin made a whining noise.
    Violet stopped licking on Trin and moved toward the foot of the bed.  Her face was matted with sweat and Trin's vaginal juice.
    “Spread 'm.” Violet said.
    Trin spread her feet a few more inches apart.
    “I said spread 'm.” Violet growled.
    Trin moved even slower, and smirked at Violet.
    Violet grabbed a knee in each hand and rudely ripped Trin's chubby thighs apart, which made Trin's blood roar with desire.  She went straight for Trin's bare cleft, it's beautiful ruddy crimson color an invitation all of it's own.
    She too a deep breath and began at Trin's perianal area driving her tongue into her full folds, her face jammed up into her pubic area, the flesh of her mouth, and the flesh of her lovers genitals becoming one.
    Trin couldn't help herself, and gyrated against Violet's skull, throwing her head back, letting out a long, sexually charged moan.
    Violet smiled to herself, and latched onto Trin's clit, peeling back the hood with her lips and suckling on the little bundle of nerves.
    Trin gasped, her enormous body quivered, and shook.
    Violet kept up the pressure, slamming three fingers into Trin as she knew she liked and took a peek up, watching Trin twist her nipples.
    Trin panted and then cried out Violet's name in ecstasy her body convulsing and letting out a torrent of juices all of which splashed Violet's face in a pair of powerful orgasms.  She squealed and had to pull back as Violet's teeth grazed her hypersensitive clit, the shock of which caused her a third, lesser orgasm.
    Violet moved up upon her and kissed her deeply. 
    Trin tasted her own juices.
    “I needed that.” Trin said.
    “I know.” Violet replied.  “So did I.”

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Week Three: “Discovery”

On Sunday Morning Violet came home from her night shift job, she was tired, and irritated. She'd had to write up an aide and wasn't particularly happy about that.
As she came through the side door into the incredibly cluttered house, she dumped her large bag on the floor next to the sofa bed she slept on and stared at it. She'd remembered all the times in the last week she and Trin had spent exploring each other on it.
Trin had dubbed it the, 'couch of sucking' as it's iron fold-out body was always consuming various mattresses, pieces of bedding and cushions. Trin had a difficult time climbing on and off of it, and Violet and James both found that uproariously amusing.
She peeled off her scrub top and looked at the bed. It was lonely without Trin to cuddle against. She shrugged and slipped out of her scrub bottom and pondered taking a shower.
She quietly went down the hall in only a camisole and panties. Trin's room was in the corner, the door next to her dozing teenager. James would be out until one or two in the afternoon, undoubtedly having played video games until the break of dawn.
Trin on the other hand, might be awake. Violet smiled and thought perhaps a bit of morning fun might be in order. Slowly she eased open Trin's closed door. Woofer, her Irish Setter looked at her through a half lidded eye. He'd grown used to their tromping along and had stopped becoming excited by Thursday despite Trin's lewd moaning.
Trin was conked out cold, her body piled with blankets and the window wide open to the fresh air. Her bed was small, a child's daybed supported with cinder blocks so that it wouldn't break under her massive weight. She closed the door to a crack.
Violet sat on the edge of the bed and whispered, “Trin.”
Trin grunted.
“Co'mon, scoot over.”
Trin grunted again.
Violet laid over a bit trying to snuggle in.
Trin made a soft, 'rrring' noise in a questionable tone.
Violet kissed her on the ear.
Trin purred a bit and scooted herself against the bars of the white daybed, causing it to shake and jiggle. Violet took this as an act of consent and moved covers and sheets, exposing Trin's corpulent mass of flesh that passed for a body.
Trin shivered and muttered, “you're letting out all the warm air.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Violet said and crawled into the space. Trin's body radiated warmth, and Violet sought it out, stealing a pillow and folding it in half.
Trin grabbed the comforter and draped it over them, it was a queen size comforter, and for the two of them was a perfect fit. Trin grabbed her and pulled her tight. Violet smiled as the chubby arm reached up her shirt and she felt warm, and surrounded.
Trin growled in her ear, “what's with the clothes?”
Violet turned and kissed her, “hedonist.”
Trin half looked at her, “your point would be what?”
They talked for a while, and Trin eventually got her way, stripping Violet completely, however Violet insisted she do it without the use of her hands. This of course lead to a series of other activities, all of which Woofer ignored, and when the gasping and panting parts came, he became rather disgusted with the two of them and nosed the door open, heading toward the considerably cooler kitchen floor.
Trin decided that cuddling with Violet was far more important than anything else she could think that she really had to do right now especially post climatically. Both of them fell asleep.
At about ten in the morning, James awoke.
He stretched and yawned and turned on his Dreamcast and started to immediately play some Rogue Squadron, one of his current favorite video games. Within a half an hour or so, he was bored and went into the living room to play on the Playstation Two there.
He wasn't surprised that his mom was gone, it was normal for her and Trin to go out in the morning for coffee at the local Coffee People. He liked having the house to himself for awhile. He loved his mom and his Aunt Trin, but they weren't teenagers like him, and they treated him like he was a kid. They always told him to do stuff and wouldn't do it themselves, and it wasn't fair, not one bit.
He was playing on this really good game, one of those swords-and-sorcery one that captured his attention. He was going along at a good clip, when nature called. He'd often thought that there should be a toilet in the living room, or a bucket or something, but he had yet to convince his mother this was a good idea.
He trudged along to the bathroom, and caught sight of Woofer in the kitchen. Now that was funny, that Woofer would still be here. They always took him. Woofer paid little attention to James, unless it was an effort to bring him food. Woofer was like that, he was a dog with his priorities.
He went into the bathroom and took care of his business and came out, inadvertently looking through the open doorway of Trin's room.
What he saw was a shock. Trin was laying on her back, out cold and Violet, his mom, was resting on Trin's bare shoulder, equally asleep. He saw the bruise marks on the part of Trin's neck where she usually wore a scarf. While he couldn't see anything else for the heavy coverings, the idea was clear.
He tripped as he stumbled down the hall, and yelled at Woofer to get out of the way as he wrenched his bicycle away from the clutter in the kitchen, and took off in a huff, slamming the door rattling windows.
Trin's eyes snapped open and Violet spoke:
“What?”
“Oh shit,” Trin said.
“What?” Violet asked again.
Trin pointed toward the open door.
“Oh shit,” Violet said.
Trin scrambled for clothing, pulling on a skirt and t-shirt and rooting for her keys. She looked back and found Violet had not moved.
“Well? Co'mon, we gotta find him,” Trin stated.
“No. He needs his time, just like you did, just like I did. He has to think about it. We've sorta become normal, you know? To each other, I mean.”
Trin tilted her head and continued to root for her keys, finding them with their rainbow tags and the bdsm flag.
“Trin, I'm serious,” she said firmly.
Trin sat in the chair in front of her computer and dropped the keys on the cluttered desk. She powered the pc on, and as it booted she thought about Violet's words.
She was right, she supposed.
Violet stood and rubbed Trin's shoulders some. She could see Trin was restraining herself, shutting down. It was one of the things Trin did when she was upset.
“Hey,” she said.
Trin turned and laid her head against Violet's bare tummy. Softly her blood pressure dropped. She was worried, but she wasn't his mother. It was like a part of her had been stripped away.
She became rather distracted however, when Violet spun the chair around and sat bodily on her, her nipples bouncing about chin level. Trin took a suckle and drew a lot of the breast into her mouth.
Violet moaned softly.
Trin sucked on the other breast for a while, and then Violet tugged at her shirt, lifting it over her head and behind her neck, causing her arms to be caught up. Violet bent down and sucked on Trin's lips softly.
Trin felt better, especially as Violet started kissing her deeply while she was tied up. She lay there, the huge bulk of her body slumped in the armless chair. Only her face moved as Violet licked at it, and sucked on her lips needfully.
Trin was in a state of pleasure. She was a very oral person, and to have her mouth invaded was a premium desire for her. Violet took her time and lathered Trin's face with delicate, feathery kisses, and then nipped at her neck, making her wince.
Violet stood and tugged at Trin's hair.
Trin leaned her face over and down, nuzzling into Violet's bush, the scent drawing her.
Due to the shift in weight, the chair felt a bit unstable to Trin and she tried to stand, but her massive bulk was too much, she couldn't without using her hands. Violet grabbed her arm and eased her up, leading her back as she sat on the edge of the bed. Trin turned to sit on the bed, but Violet stopped her.
“No,” she said, authoritatively.
Trin raised an eyebrow.
“Kneel.”
Trin faltered on her feet, her knees not being able to easily bear her nearly four hundred pounds, and fell. She moved fast and hard, slamming into the carpet. Violet was aghast, and reached down to help her.
Trin ignored it, and righted herself on her knees and knelt before Violet resting her head upon her knee like Woofer would do when he wanted a biscuit.
“Trin want a cookie?” She asked.
Trin grinned a rather foolish grin, and panted accordingly, trying to drool on Violet's bare, unshaven leg.
Violet spread her legs, and Trin had her cookie.
A couple of hours later, Trin and Violet were still in the half-sleep and half-cuddle state, although coffee had been suggested. Violet giggled when Trin's stomach growled obnoxiously. It was about noon, and Trin was hungry.
"I want some food," Trin said.
"You had cookies," Violet smirked.
"Just two, and not very big ones," Trin countered.
Violet bopped her with a pillow.
"What? You had two yourself. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked cookies," Trin said.
Violet smacked her again with the pillow.
Trin smirked at her, an almost evil, catty smirk.
Violet reared back with the pillow, but this time, Trin caught it. Trin moved like a cat and pounced her bodily, holding up a lot of her weight by her knees, but pinning her with what she did lay down.
Violet looked at her and pursed her lips.
Trin delicately licked them.
"So do you like cookie?" Trin asked.
Violet nodded.
Trin rolled off and curled under her arm, and Violet started to stroke her hair. Trin found that to be very comforting and if she could have purred, she would have. She garnered her courage and spoke:
"I like it a lot. I like it that you're not dominant a lot, I like it that you're submissive. I'm also scared where this will lead. You don't seem to have a lot of self-control when it comes to submission."
"You're right. I don't. I don't have a lot of self-control, actually. We also haven't played hard enough to worry too much about going to far. Heck you haven't even spanked me," Trin replied.
"You'd like that?" Violet inquired.
"Y-yes," Trin said. She stuttered, which was not like her normal speech pattern.
"Trinity, look at me," Violet said.
Trin rolled over to look at Violet. She was pasty and sort of white, even more so than normal.
"What's wrong," Violet asked.
"I'm hungry," Trin said.
"Well go get food, silly Trin."
Trin padded naked into the kitchen and poured herself a soda and chugged half of it down.
While she wanted to go out, she was sure Violet didn't. Violet almost always drove when they were together. Trin had a hard time fitting behind the steering wheel of Violet's car. With gasoline what it was, Trin didn't drive her Nova unless she had to. Besides, the evil daylight was out there. Trin would only go out for food, coffee or alcohol unless she had to have art supplies.
She looked at the empty space where James' bicycle usually lay.
The rest of the soda she downed and went back to her room.
Violet turned toward her and asked:
"Better?"
Trin nodded. The sugar had hit her empty stomach, and put some color in her face. She sat in her battered computer chair and plucked at keys for a moment, reading email and downloading photographs for her business. She had three or four new clients and forwarded the emails to her work email address.
Violet watched her. Trin was a technophile in the truest sense of the term, she liked her gadgets and gizmos, had her own domain and several different websites as well as accounts on the various art servers such as Deviant Art and Wet Canvas.
"Anything new?" Violet asked.
"Three new clients, it should keep me busy for a while," Trin said.
"Good," Violet responded.
Trin spun in her chair and blew her a kiss while reaching for her clothes.
"Just where do you think you're going?"
"Food. Real food, not just soda."
Violet made a face.
"Besides, Woofer's gotta do his business."
The big Irish Setter had returned to Trin's room and was doing his doggy dance that indicated he had to go and badly. It was nearly two in the afternoon.
Trin slipped into one of her billowy skirts and tossed the rumpled t-shirt on, looking presentable, or at least what she considered presentable. She kissed Violet and grabbed Woofer's leash.
Trin had a control harness on Woofer that fit around his muzzle, and while he could slip it without difficulty, he was generally pretty good about it. He led her up the back alleyway, but not before she snagged her pack of Djarums from the dashboard.
She lit one up, her eyes glazed as the clove smoke filled her lungs. Damn, these were good. Pity they made her so utterly sick after the second one. She let Woofer run to the extreme part of the lead, and used her weight to bear against him when he wanted to go farther.
It was cooler than it had been a couple of weeks ago, with some low clouds rolling in. Trin loved clouds, she could sit there and stare at them for hours as she did as a child. They always made her feel safe and away from the sun.
Woofer peed on several spots and left a very healthy solid deposit on a patch of grass near, but not quite in the neighbors yard. Trin detested her neighbors, and whenever Woofer would 'accidentally' leave a deposit in his yard, she gave him extra biscuits. Woofer hadn't quite figured out that correlation yet, but she was working on him hard.
Trin smoked down to the filter and ground the cherry out with the heel of her sandal, and tossed the butt directly into the trash. She went back in to find Violet dozing lightly.
"Coffee?" Trin asked hopefully.
"I'm still tired," Violet said.
"I'm gonna go get food," Trin replied.
"We gotta whole kitchen full of food," Violet said.
"Yeah, and I don't wanna eat any of it. Besides I'm gonna swing by the studio and take a look and see how much work I've got this week," she said.
"Okay. I'll buzz you when James gets back." Violet said, knowing Trin was worried.
Trin smooched her and gave her a soft, 'I love you' in her ear and put on her oversized sunglasses in case the clouds went away. Violet smiled and told Trin that she was loved as well.
She and Woofer drove straight to the studio. She loaded the emails into a photo processing program and set up a script to print out three or four variants of each image. This would take a good half hour and she knew the computer would shut down.
She had kept her word to Violet and then drove immediately to McDonalds. Her pulse pounded and endomorphs poured into her brain as she thought about cramming food into her mouth. She also saw a very familiar-looking bicycle on the side of the building.
Making her order she spied him in a corner, sipping a coke and reading a magazine. She wondered how long he'd been here, and wondered what to do. Maybe he did need his time, maybe she shouldn't say anything.
Her order came up and she sat at a table eating her five cheese burgers. Mid way through number three, he stood up to get a refill on his coke, and she couldn't resist. She wadded up a wrapper from one of the cheeseburgers and tossed at him, landing him right on the head.
He turned startled.
She waved two fingers at him in a quick greeting.
His mouth gaped open, he stood there, frozen.
She beckoned to him with her fingers.
He resisted until she spoke the word, "please."
He sat in next to her and she spoke:
"So will it be so bad? We've hid from you for a while now."
He shrugged like the teenager that she was and pushed fries at him. He chewed at them and then whispered:
“What do I tell my friends?”
Trin thought this was odd as he didn't bring many friends to the house.
“Whatever you feel comfortable with,” Trin said.
He looked at her, and then looked at her neck.
“Did mom...” he started.
Trin nodded.
“Got a grip like a shark, your mom does,” Trin said.
James turned a bit red.
“James,” she said, putting a hand on his arm. “I love you and your mom. It's just that the love between your mom and I has taken a different turn. Is that so wrong?”
“Well I don't think you'll go to hell over it,” He said authoritatively.
“Thats good, I suppose,” she replied. Trin was a dedicated non-Christian, especially after Ravi's death. Ravi had been Hindu, and Trin a Pagan.
“Why, do you want to go to hell?”
“You know me James, I hate the heat. That's why I moved to Arizona with your mom,” she said saucily.
“Yeah, why did you move with us anyway?”
“I love you, and love your mom. Sometimes when we love someone we do things that make us uncomfortable just to be closer to our loved ones. Ravi didn't mind one way or the other.”
“You still think about him a lot, don't you?” He asked.
“Every day. I want to think he'd approve,” Trin replied.
“I think he would,” James said.
“Do you approve?” Trin asked.
“I don't know. I have to talk to my mom,” He said.
“I can understand that,” Trin said. “You scared the shit out of us this morning though.”
“I'm sorry,” he said contritely.
“Why don't you head on home and talk to your mom. I'm gonna take Woofer over to PetCo for some biscuits and maybe I'll look at the fish.”
James rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Oh come on, they are cute,” Trin exclaimed happily.
James reply was to go back to the other table and retrieve his magazine. He stood in front of Trin as she moved the table away from her to stand up. She did so laboriously and shook out her skirt and dumped the tray. At the door she waited for him to unhook the lock from his bicycle and admonished him to ride safe.Woofer woofed at him from Trin's Nova. Somehow he understood he was going somewhere fun and was getting excited.
“I love you, James. Be careful. Tell your mom I'll be home soon.”
“I will Trin. Love you too.” He said, quickly in the teenage manner to avoid utter embarrassment.
She smiled, and they parted ways. Violet paged her a few minutes later as promised, and when she got home the three of them talked for a very long time.

Zine Review - Word Salad No 1

Word Salad, subtitled, “A Journal of Mental Health Questions, New Directions and Insurrections” is a litzine compiled of personal interactions with the mental health care of people, either as caregivers or as persons who have been the recipients of such care. This zine is powerful, highly triggering, and incredibly engrossing. This first issue starts with a page from Natalie’s Journal, continues on with, “Doc’s Dead” then moves into “The Bobo Stories”. Each segment is powerful, and well written, and comes straight from the heart. The zine’s compiler, Comyn Henry contributes a few articles throughout, but lets the individual authors shine as distinct stars in the night. Brilliant concept, well executed. Tastes like: Word Salad. Two bucks plus postage, worth twice as much for half the content.