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Jen didn't work out?

Isn't it funny how obvious and oblivious sound so similar?

Wine.

Where's my wine, Kenna?

Well, I may have...

How could you?

How could you?

I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow morning and I got time to

replace it.

Okay, look.

I'm really sorry about the wine.

But why don't you just take a deep breath.

Tell me where it all went wrong.

I didn't know that club was a sex club.

Wasn't it just delightful?

I'm looking for a soulmate. I'm not going to find my soulmate. soulmate at a

sex club?

The type of girl that goes to a sex club is too... And too... You

know... Loose?

Yeah, loose, exactly.

It's not for me. I mean, maybe it's for other people, but... That's exactly what

you need, though, Serena. A woman to loosen you up. I mean...

Look at you. You never do anything you're not supposed to, and let's be

honest, we all need to be a little naughty sometimes.

You can't color inside the lines forever.

I color outside the lines just fine just by being a lesbian, trust me.

What if one of my clients saw my car parked outside there?

Maybe you'd get more clients.

There was a girl on a leash there, and a woman in vinyl was parading her around

like some kind of animal.

She pawed at me, kind of.

Like a little kitten.

They have amazing martinis.

Did you try one?

Did I get a martini from the practically naked bartender? Yeah, I did.

That's Shelly. She's so hot, isn't she?

So they allow straight girls in this club?

Well, you know, I've been there a few times.

Last time I was in there, I took my camera phone in, and I took some

pictures for my boyfriend of me kissing other girls.

So John's just okay with you cheating on him?

It's not cheating if it's with other girls.

And besides, it's just kissing.

A few of the other girls want to take it further, but I haven't.

Yet.

What? I like to go because it's a fun club.

Lighten up.

Also, I like to watch.

Well, that was a cute little prank you played on me.

But it's the last time.

But it wasn't supposed to be a prank.

I thought you really would enjoy it.

date. Thought I was a prude because I wouldn't finger her on the dance floor.

Well, it is a sex club. So it was a sex club! Honestly, Kenna, you've known me

for years.

Years! What made you think that I would be okay with going to a sleazy club like

that? It is not a sleazy club.

It is a posh lesbian club on the East Coast.

I mean, last time I was there, I saw all three Kardashians with their mom. Jesus.

Tell me what happened with Jen.

I asked her if she just wanted to sip our drinks and sit on the sidelines and,

you know, watch the festivities, but she clearly didn't take me there to talk.

All right, so you're a perpetual wallflower, and I can't change you.

I am done with blind dates. I'm just going to have to meet someone the old

-fashioned way.

I know the perfect girl.

She's beautiful, ambitious, and she wears a pencil skirt.

I do have a penchant for a woman in a pencil skirt.

Doesn't everybody?

No, no, no.

I cannot let you set me up on another terrible date.

Maybe you're just too picky.

What was wrong with Charlie?

Butch girls in flannel shirts are hot, but not when they take me to a monster

truck rally.

I'm glad you find my dating life so amusing.

Well, how about Lisa?

I thought she was going to be perfect for you. Lisa? Really?

The tall redhead?

The same one who's unemployed, has five cats, and her best friend is her mom?

Ouch. Yeah, that's a deal breaker for sure.

I just want a nice, monogamous relationship with an employed woman

who's my age.

And more feminine butch.

And she has the same political views as you.

Seriously, I could never do that. She has to have a healthy distance from her

parents. She can't have more than three animals.

Two, maximum.

Oh, and she should also like surfing and hiking and Netflix and chill and blonde.

I prefer blonde.

She sounds like me.

Yeah, Kenna, you'd be perfect for me.

If you weren't a straight.

Well, poo on you, Miss Sour Pants.

Anyway, my boyfriend would love it if you and I got together, though.

Boyfriend?

Look, I'm over the soulmate searching.

I don't want to sound ungrateful. You're a really sweet friend, but please, no

more girls.

Let's go out tonight.

We'll go dancing at a regular club. And maybe, just maybe,

we'll meet a woman of impeccable breeding.

education, and worthy of your affection and attention.

Lesbians don't meet each other at dance clubs, and there's zero chance of an

impeccable, eligible lesbian being at a dance club.

Please, please go with me, Serena. I haven't been out of the house in

forever, and work has been so brutal.

How about a nice restaurant? No. I must listen to good music, and I need to

dance.

mind having a drink. Exactly!

I drink all your wine, so let me treat you to drinks all night.

As many as I'd like?

All the drinks!

And in fact, I encourage you to wear your highest heels.

Bobbly dancing in heels?

Sounds perfect.

Like the good old days.

Stockings, too. Come on.

You look so hot in them.

You're trouble.

That's why you love me. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Up, up, up, up, up, up.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

I think I can write this down.

Panties or no panties?

Definitely no panties.

Oh,

I need more music.

There's music in bed. Let's go.

There's no music in bed. I'm going to put music in my head.

Okay, let's go.

I don't think I can do this.

Okay, okay, okay.

Change of plans. Plan B.

Come on.

Oh, sorry.

Girl, sorry.

I warned you about this. Blame me a lemon drop. Come on. No, no, no. Don't

leave me now.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

such good care of me.

I just want you to be happy.

Cause you always seem so sad.

I'm not sad.

I just get a little lonely sometimes.

Hey.

Can I tell you a secret?

What's your secret, Kenna?

Because I wanted everyone to think you were my girlfriend.

But you haven't been in love much.

I'm going to get you a blanket. You must be very cold.

No panties, though.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What was I thinking?

Love you, Ina.

Love you too, Kenna.

Sweet dreams.

Kenna?

Brought you some water.

Kenna? You still sleeping?

It's already after five.

Look who didn't make it to the office.

It happened last night.

I didn't make a fool of myself or anything, did I?

Hardly remember a thing.

No. You showed everybody who was the best dancer and the best singer, for

that matter.

No.

Not karaoke.

No, we didn't go to a karaoke bar, but you did sing on top of a bar and had

quite the audience, actually.

It was impressive.

No.

Water.

Lots of it.

Put it in your face hole.

Swallow.

So, did you meet anyone?

Not while I was busy babysitting you, boo.

I always disappoint you.

No, no, don't talk like that. I adore you.

Really? I don't know what I would do without you in my life.

You know what you did?

You inspired me to join a lesbian dating site.

Seriously?

But I...

But I thought you said you were going to take a break from the dating stuff.

Well, I decided you were right, and I want to be as happy as you are with

John.

Well...

Being

in a relationship isn't all it's cracked up to be.

What are you talking about?

I mean, John's great, and we're great friends, but our relationship

isn't a sexual one.

Oh.

Well, I mean, he doesn't like foreplay.

Well, he likes when I go down on him, but he won't go down on me.

Claims he doesn't like the taste.

Your taste or the taste in general?

I don't know.

I told him I didn't care, but I lied.

I do care.

I mean, it's a sign, Serena. It's not a trivial hang-up.

If he won't go down on me, then...

Maybe that means he doesn't love me. I mean, because oral sex is so much more

intimate than even penetration.

Absolutely.

And if he doesn't want to share that level of intimacy with me, then

maybe it just means he doesn't truly love me and he'll never fully

give himself to me.

I understand that completely.

Obviously, this is another reason why I'm a lesbian.

Sometimes I think I'll just settle for love.

I'll find someone who is ambitious, has similar values.

But I always feel like there's that missing piece of the puzzle.

I know how you feel.

It's almost as if you'll never be truly satisfied.

Exactly.

I mean, sometimes I fantasize about being with someone who's compatible to

me. You know, feels the way I do.

And I'm not looking for perfection.

You know, I just want someone that doesn't give me stipulations.

I want someone who can give me passionate...

loving, hard sex.

The kind that leaves your legs shaking and your heart aching to be near them

again when they're not there.

Kind of sounds like you already have someone in mind.

Come on. You've got to tell me about him.

There's no point.

And this isn't about Jonathan either. It's just that I'm afraid

I'm afraid.

You're the bravest girl I know.

You should just confess your love to whoever this lucky guy is.

I'm afraid of not being loved back.

I've been setting this person up on dates, hoping I can walk away from these

feelings, that I can be unburdened by the constant dreams and fantasies.

You're setting another person up on dates?

Exactly how many people are you torturing?

Well... Do I know him?

Come.

You can tell me who it is.

Tell me what he looks like, at least.

Enough about me.

So tell me about this girl who... No.

Definitely no.

Kenna, I know you. You're hurting.

Maybe you should do something about it. Like break up with John and follow your

heart.

You think so?

Come on.

Give me a hint.

I know.

Almost everyone you do.

What does he look like?

Green eyes.

Chocolate brown hair.

Bare skin.

Full lips.

Haunting.

Tormenting. Fucking beautiful.

Kenna, you're... you're... in love with you.

You love me?

I have loved you for so long.

Do you think you could give us a chance as

lovers? and not just friends.

This is crazy.

And to think I thought there was a chance that someone like you

could love someone like me.

I do love you, Kenna.

If you're breaking up with John, I don't want to be some rebound relationship.

Don't even say his name.

He doesn't compare to you.

Not even a little.

Get her.

Please get her.

Smells so good.

I want to taste you.

I want to taste you for a long time.

Thank you.

the puzzle.

love with you for a long time.

Maybe we should just take it slow.

It's a little late for modesty, especially since I can still taste you

on my tongue.

Ken, honestly, honestly, we have taken this

slow.

How many years have I wanted you?

And now we have each other.

half of you, don't I?

Please tell me that I do.

Don't you want me?

I want you, Kenna.

But I don't want to be some wild lesbian, please.

I want you to be certain.

I am certain about you.

I've never felt such pleasure in my life.

It felt right.

We are right.

I won't hurt you.

Did you say the same thing to Jonathan?

Every relationship I've ever had, Jonathan included, was because I was

pursued.

I think it's safe to say that I like girls.

Maybe that's why I've liked going to the lesbian club so much.

I pursued you, Serena.

I want you.

Tell me.

You don't want the same.

If making love to me was a mistake.

No.

But can we take it slow just to be sure?

Let's go on dates and have fun.

Next time we make love, let

it be when you're not spoken for.

That'll be in about 30 seconds.

Kenneth, stop.

Stop.

All right.

It'll take me a while to prove that I love you wholeheartedly, and I'll

romance you and seduce you into making love with me again soon.

Yes.

Thank you.

So, can two girlfriends take a shower together?

Well, it is a big shower.

Come on.

Well, that was a cute little plank prank.

Their mom, she's such a slut.

I asked Jen if she wanted to sip our sink, sip our sink, sip

our drinks.

If you could do that, I mean, I could just, I could give you a burp.

Or just hold it down. They took away Backpage and now I walk the streets for

you.

in different episodes. Sorry.

I'm going to make an emergency phone call after this.

You've got it. Yeah.