Jenny Howell

Sitting in her private bedroom, Jenny Howell flipped through a fashion magazine, waiting.

There was a hesitant knock at the door. “Come in!”

Karla, one of the two lezzies in her Business class poked her head in. “Do you have the video here?”

Jenny didn’t want her hanging around, so she had it already by the door. “It was pretty boring; I can’t imagine why you-”

“You WATCHED it!? I specifically told you not to-”

“And I ignored you. Now take your stupid video back to your filthy dyke friend and go away before people see you here. I don’t want people thinking I’m one of your kind.”

Karla took the video, holding it in both hands, and stepped into the room. She closed and locked the door behind her. “Minny isn’t filthy, she’s – I love her,” she said timidly. “And I told you not to watch the video.”

Jenny was starting to get really annoyed. She stood up with the intention of throwing Karla out, when Karla lifted her head, looked Jenny in the eyes and told her to