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."

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

or women with women-preferences are dictated by feelings and boundaries are irrelevant. Who can judge right or wrong or dictate

nursery to find her kicking

see that her diaper was clean, so

Lulu picked her up when she was almost done with her

was fresh, and she put a little

tagged along, latching to

anything else to do?" Lulu

reclined against a lounge chair. "Aren't

frowned. "What are

it obvious? I'm here to do

demanded. "Did Mr. Slate put you up to this? Doesn't he trust me? Is he afraid

that both Lulu

were too stubborn to

so what was the harm in

of time to spare