Erotic Jealousy
She was always there - looking at me or taunting me. Sometimes she was with her gang of female friends and sometimes she was alone. Today, as I threw my coat around my shoulders as I left home, she stood there. "What is it with you, Tara?" I asked, suddenly finding Dutch courage. "Why do you dislike me so much?" "Because you're stuck up, and because you're ugly!" I turned to face her. "If I am so ugly, you seem to spend an awful lot of time looking at me!" "Ugly things fascinate me," she...
Lesbian