The Runaway Groom

Ken's eyes widened in disbelief. "For real?"

"Of course," Lulu replied. "So don't bother me anymore."

Ken simply folded his arms before his chest as he looked on interestedly. "Then tell me are you a top or a bottom?"

"What?" Lulu was perplexed.

Ken laughed out loud right then, and Lulu looked at him as if he was crazy. "Go to the hospital if you have issues."

"I'm perfectly fine," Ken replied, shaking his head. "Why would I be sick?"

Sighing, he explained, "The fact that you haven't heard of those terms when you're claiming to be a lesbian makes it obvious you're lying. You prefer men in the end."

'top' and 'bottom' was some lingo, but she certainly had no idea

women-preferences are dictated by feelings and boundaries are irrelevant. Who can judge right

up, and Lulu hurried to the nursery

that her diaper was clean, so Lulu brought her water since she might

Star stopped crying, and Lulu picked her up when she was almost done

a little beret on Star's head and

Ken tagged along, latching to

have anything else to do?" Lulu

reclined against a lounge chair. "Aren't I

are you

obvious? I'm

Lulu demanded. "Did Mr. Slate put you up to this? Doesn't he trust me? Is he afraid I'm unable to take good care of Star or

had realized that both Lulu

were too

harm

of time to