1. Training Cassiopeia - Chapter 4


    Date: 11/13/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: elspeth, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    breasts and an ass that you could bounce a quarter off and the girl with her...didn’t want to be. The younger girl had on a large straw beach hat, sunglasses and enough zinc oxide on her nose to protect a rhino. Her mouth was set in a frown that made her look ugly even though she obviously wasn’t. She looked vaguely familiar but I wasn’t sure, given all her attempts to keep the sun from touching her. I set the photo back in its place and hit the spacebar on her computer keyboard and sat down, surprised. The desktop contained folders for her research and I clicked on the folder labeled ‘Questionnaires’ and started reading and shaking my head. Whoever designed the questionnaire had no idea what street girls thought. The questions were all worded to provide a narrow band of possible responses that the designer wanted to hear, not what the subjects actually thought. “Snooping?” her soft voice startled me. She was holding a cup of coffee to her lips and looking at me expectantly over the brim. She was barefooted, a robe wrapped around her, her hair in a messy bun. Whatever makeup she’d been wearing was gone. She looked sleepy and sexy in that just-awakened state of mind. I thought about apologizing for invading her privacy but I was pissed at how the questionnaire had been constructed. I glanced over at her and the back to the display. “This questionnaire. You asked questions that could only support your foregone conclusions. It’s narrow-minded and holier-than-thou. It’s obvious ...
    that you are biased and some of these questions...I’d have told you to go fuck yourself if you asked me.” Her reaction was not what I expected. She started to giggle and then chortle, frantically searching for a place to put her full coffee mug down. Finally she laughed until she had tears in her eyes. I got pissed off and stood up and brushed past her. I knew ‘academic derision’ when I saw it. I’d had to put up with it on some level all through my studies at the University. Cassiopeia turned around and followed me into the kitchen. I dumped my coffee into the sink and rinsed out the mug and put it into the dishwasher. Bree Sutherland did not think it was one bit funny. I felt her standing closely behind me. I don’t know how, but I did. “What questions would you ask, Bree?” Her voice was soft, gentle, and I swear she was almost whispering in my ear. I turned and she took a step back, obviously uncertain of my intentions given the look on my face. “For starters, I would have asked open-ended questions that would get the subjects talking. How long have you been doing this? What brought you to this point? Do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Is it difficult separating your work from your real life? Is jealousy an issue?” “Stop, please, I’ll never remember all of them so just stop while I can grab a legal pad and a pen. You’re right, of course, about the questionnaire. Will you help me put together a new one? And perhaps help in conducting the interviews? Maybe they’d feel more ...
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