{Author's Note: Warning!!! Skip this chapter. If you must read, read at your own discretion. It contains urination. Friendly advice.}
Jenna was in a daze. Her eyes were glossed over and she had retreated into her own mind. Over and over she replayed the events of the past year and she was nothing short of stunned.
As she bounced along the street behind a giddy Trisha, who was reveling in humiliating her personal slut at every opportunity by introducing her to shopkeepers and customers alike and making Jenna say 'Hi, I'm Jenna, the lesbian whore', over and over again, Jenna was almost oblivious to her surroundings. The warm afternoon sun was starting to cool as it slowly set in the west and long shadows stretched across the vacating store-lined street.