All Chapters of Stressed Spelled Backwards |Lesbian Story|: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My parents called at six-thirty in the morning. I slept talking through the whole conversation. I yawned out that everything was perfectly fine. We got the nicest and safest place to stay. The last part was still in question, but I wouldn't tell them that.Then it was Elise and Karmen's parents calling. They weren't too happy to be woken up at this hour either, and after the reporting time was all over, we agreed that it was wise to go back to sleep.When we woke up again, it was one-thirty in the afternoon.Karmen let out a huge yawn as she stretched."I dreamed about my mom calling me this morning," she said."Everyone's mother called, Karmen," I said. "In real lif

Karmen was floating around the apartment in her red spaghetti strap dress. She was trying to make Elise jealous that she had a date with the Elven Princess tonight."I believe in miracles," she said, dabbing perfume over her person in front of the mirror. "If good things don't work out, better things will."As I listened, I tried not to think about Clarice Kingsley and her long beautiful mermaid hair."Where are you going to take her to?" I asked her."Somewhere fancy and romantic, of course," she said. "I wouldn't take a girl to a lousy place.""Well, just remember that you're still unemployed," Elise said.Karmen

Elise was invited to stay and have dinner with the executives and celebrities almost every night. Sometimes, we didn't even see her for a whole week. She would call to tell me she was in Barcelona or Mumbai doing a photoshoot. Sometimes, we didn't hear a word from her.Once, Karmen just lost it and jammed all Elise's clothes into her suitcase, zipped it up and left it out in the hallway. I wasn't there to stop her. I was in the café trying to find any job online. Then at one in the morning, Elise showed up, good-natured as ever, suitcases in hand."Sorry," she said and began to unpack.Karmen blew up. "Sorry? Sorry? We're almost homeless, and you're out there having a damn good time. Now, what are we supposed to do, go down to the street and s

It was payday for both Karmen and Elise, and money animated apartment 2B like winds in the sails of a three-masted ship. It was mostly Elise's payment plus two weeks pay from Karmen, but it meant the end of $9.50 per person per week, and it seemed like a fortune.Since the cash was enormous, I didn't feel bad about spending two hours filling my basket with exactly the right foods according to the Cooking for Dummies, which I bought, too. In fact, by the time I got all that stuff home, I realized I had missed another day of job hunting. Well, that could wait until tomorrow.I wanted to make a nice dinner for my best friends, seeing that they had been doing all the work. I figured I'd make some hamburgers. Then I settled on roast chicken for dinner. The cookbook said, 'Nuke the chicken in the m

Gourmet Week was a resounding success across the street. Suddenly, our seedy little neighborhood was the hottest spot in town, just as we'd envisioned in the summer. Cars, even a few limos, were double-parked on all the side streets, and customers lined up around the block to get into, not Celie's Deli, but Monica's, her business rival across the street.It was driving Celie crazy."I can't stand it! It's more than a person can bear!" Celie grumbled. "The mere mention of Gourmet Week makes me sick. That woman charges ten dollars for a lousy bowl of pumpkin soup. She charges twenty for two chicken wings and five just to walk in the door and listen to stupid music! She's a criminal! She should be put on the electric chair!"We ate all our meals in the deli, serving ourselves since Celie