Lois Asks About The Girlfriends

They checked in. Typical motel room. A double bed that had seen heavy duty. Cheap furniture, cheaper "art" on the walls. The flatscreen television was chained in place. The toilet had a paper sanitation seal across it. Just as Lois remembered from her last sojourn here, over a year ago.

She sat on the bed. Other-Lois stood by the door.

"So...you've brought girlfriends here." Lois said.

Other-Lois raised an eyebrow. "You haven't?"

"Haven't had any...girlfriends." Lois leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "Boyfriends."

Other-Lois raised both eyebrows. "Really. No girls at all?"

"Oh, a little fling or two in college. Testing out the chemistry set, so to speak. Seven minutes in heaven. Just practicing." Lois shrugged.

"That's where it started for me," Other-Lois said, rubbing her shoulders. "Except it just...clicked. I mean, I had always felt different, you know? Like boys were...a distraction. Something you went with because you were supposed to. How I let that quarterback crawl onto me after prom..."

Lois made a face. "Vince?"

Other-Lois nodded. Then she made a face, as if trying to suppress a smile.

All at once, both of them together said: "Turnip dick!"

That cracked it. They were both laughing, remembering the fat, stubby prick that had been their mutual first time.

"So yeah," Other-Lois said. "Girls. Women, really. My own age. Women are nice."

"Do they get...chatty?" Lois asked, knowing she'd feel embarrassed talking about this with anyone else.

"Some of those bitches just won't shut up," Other-Lois admitted. "This one time I was finger-banging Lana Lang and I swear she thought we were going to get married after..."

"Shut the front door. You fucked Lana Lang?" Lois let her jaw drop.

Other-Lois coughed. "Just...once. There was this Christmas party, and she got so hammered..."

"Oh god, I remember that. She was crawling over me. Three drinks and she was all over me."

They laughed again.

"What about you?" Other-Lois asked. "You with your heterosexual wiles. Fuck anybody we know?"

Lois took a breath...and was saved by a knock at the door.

"Later," she said. "It's showtime."