Girls' Dormitory by Orrie Hitt

Author:Orrie Hitt [Hitt, Orrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Lesbians, college students, Dormitories
Google: pkkrHAAACAAJ
Amazon: B0007HLX0M
Publisher: Universal Pub. and Distributing Corporation
Published: 1958-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Helen crept down the stairs, her bare feet moving soundlessly over the covered steps. At the second floor she turned left and walked down the hall to the door at the end. She opened the door and entered, closing the door after her.

"I'm awake," Thelma Reid said from the bed.

"I thought you would be."

"Is Peggy asleep?"

"Yes."

"What if she gets up?"

"She never does."

Thelma laughed. "Not unless you wake her up, is that it?"

"Shut up."

Thelma stirred on the bed and the springs squeaked. "She was out with Jerry tonight."

"I know."

"Aren't you jealous?"

"Shut up."

"And you were out with Harry Martin. That makes me jealous."

"Does it?"

"You know it does."

Helen sighed deeply, dreading the arguments they always had, and dreading the final, pleading moment which always came.

"Going with a boy is all right," Helen said. "When you go with a boy nobody gets curious."

"I suppose so. Not even about you and that Peggy."

Helen's eyes had become accustomed to the darkness of the room and now she could see Thelma sitting up on the bed. As usual, Thelma was wearing nothing.

"We've been over all that before," Helen said.

"And you deny it?"

"I deny it. There isn't a thing between Peggy and me."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"I told you. If you thought such a thing why did you put her in with me?"

"Because I knew what would happen," Thelma said wisely. "And once it's happened it goes right on happening. Someone in your room with you could do what I couldn't do. Now I'm profiting from the arrangement. Of course, if I had known about you and Jerry and those awful things you were doing on weekends I wouldn't have gone to all the trouble."

The whole thing had been blackmail from the start. No love, not the way there was love with Peggy, just blackmail. Love me, Thelma would say. And she would love her. What else could she do? Thelma, in her own particular way, was as bad as Frank. She thought only of herself. But, really, wasn't that true of everybody? Everybody thought of himself or herself first. And that's what she should be doing. Being a slave was no good. Living the way she was living was no good. She had to do something about it.

"I want to talk to you," Thelma said.

"All right. Go on."

"You're very pretty."

"Am I? You've told me that before."

"And—competent."

"I don't like that."

"I didn't think you would. Are you as nice with Peggy?"

"Shut up."

"Or Jerry?"

"Just you shut up!"

"You don't have to lie to me," Thelma said. "I'm older than you are and you can talk to me."

"I don't want to talk to you—not about that."

Thelma lit a cigarette and the glow from the match washed over her face.

"You're a lot like I am," she said. "Bisexual, I think they call it."

Helen had read about people like that but she didn't believe it was the case with her. She was in love with Peggy, very much in love. Naturally, the money helped—Peggy was quite rich—but it went further than that.

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