All Chapters of Toast With Jelly: The Tragedy of a Lesbian Confused: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Pam walked briskly toward the bus stop. Her day had been borderline unbearable. In an effort to appease Pete and get back into his good graces, she’d agreed to work a double shift. Her feet and legs were numb from the exertion of waiting on customers; the majority of which she was convinced were the dregs of humanity. She longed for a hot bath, soft sheets, and her head cradled in the crook of Fiana’s arm.The sun was just settling behind the skyline when she reached her destination. A small crowd formed as the time for the bus to arrive grew near. Pam made her way toward the bench. It was laden with people, but she could at least lean against it to take some of the load off her feet and ease a bit of the discomfort she felt while waiting.  An elderly lady eyed her suspiciously while solidifying her grip on her bags and an old man sitting beside her raised his eyebrows seductively. She looked away with disgust. Men were all the same, no matter how young or ol

Pam walked up the stone steps of her apartment building and put the key in the main door lock. She turned to watch the taxi drive down the street before entering the building. Her time in the cab gave her the chance to come to terms with her own ridiculousness.She moved slowly and heavy footed as she climbed the three flights of stairs to her apartment door. She’d just put the key in the lock when the door was flung open before she could turn the key. Fiana looked surprised to discover Pam as she stood in the doorway with her hair in disarray and her thin slip barely covering her breasts.“Why are you home?” she asked with agitated confusion.The ice in the glass of scotch that she clutched close to her chest clanked against the side of the glass in rhythm with her heavy breasts that heaved, as if from exertion.“Did I spoil your party?” Pam asked bitterly as she pushed her way passed Fiana and into the apartment.It

Pam closed the apartment door quietly behind her. The night was long and relatively uneventful. She earned over eight hundred dollars. Marty was so pleased with her attentiveness to Gustof that he’d tipped her himself! Although her body was tired, her spirits were elated. She was sorry to see Fiana sleeping on the sofa. She’d hoped to find her lover still awake so that she could discuss and share her the evening’s events with her.She pulled the afghan off the back of the sofa to cover Fiana’s lean body. The light touch of its soft folds against her pale skin was enough to rouse the middle aged woman. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly rolled over.“You stink of those men,” she slurred vehemently. “I can smell their sweat from here. I want to vomit.”The stench of alcohol mixed with smoke assaulted Pam while she strained to understand the slurred words that were spilling out of her alcoholic Russian lover’

Darryl sauntered up the street toward the bus stop. He was in no hurry to get to his karate studio. He needed time to process the conversation he’d just had with Lydia. Why would she suddenly want to call off their marriage?He didn’t understand.He’d met Lydia only a few months after he emigrated from China. It was love at first sight; for him at least. He refrained from telling his family about their romance because she was a Chinese-American and he was uncertain of their response. When he finally did introduce them, they surprised him by falling in love with her as well. How could they not? She was beautiful, smart, and funny. Best of all, she understood him completely. They decided, after only a few short months of dating, to begin their engagement; agreeing that they would wait to marry until after she graduated from law school. That was two years ago. She’d since graduated and been hired by a very prestigious law firm in Manhattan and the

The adrenaline rush from her excited anticipation put an extra bounce into Pam’s step as she hopped off the bus and made her way through the crowded sidewalk toward Darryl’s martial arts studio. Today was the first day of her self-defense classes.Darryl insisted she give her body a few more weeks to heal before allowing her to start her training. She’d utilized that time studying the history of martial arts. She found it fascinating and appealing. No longer did she simply want to learn it for the sake of self-defense. She had a new found interest in an ancient and sacred art form.She reached the studio in record time and swung open the doorway with an energetic force that even she was surprised by. Stopping just inside the door, she took a moment to observe Darryl deep in conversation with a small group of men. It didn’t take long for one of them to notice her and point her out. Darryl quickly motioned for her to join them.As Pam close