As I said goodbye, Megan handed me a slip of paper. I took it as she explained, "This is her code name on the lesbian chatroom she frequents."

I gave her a perplexed look.

"Miss Morgan," she clarified.

I looked at it and said, "Oh! Thanks," although I was unsure I would find the daring to use it without some Mistress egging me on every step of the way.

I got home and Mom was in the kitchen making supper and she asked, concerned, "Where's Karen tonight?"

I answered, "She had to go to work."

"Oh," my mother said, clearly disappointed, but quickly rebounded, trying to hide her disappointment from...