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."

lingo, but she

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

to the nursery to

clean, so

surprise, Star stopped crying, and Lulu picked her up when

air outside was fresh, and she put a little beret on

from being carried, but Ken tagged along, latching to them like a piece

else to

against a lounge chair. "Aren't

frowned. "What are you talking

obvious? I'm here

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

that both Lulu

were too

what was the harm in

had plenty of time to spare