Billy sat on his futon next to his roommate, chin resting on his knuckles, as he watched two women make out on the TV. Trina looked completely engrossed in the movie, but Billy yawned and picked his iPad up from the coffee table.
“You’re going to play games while the movie’s on?” Trina asked, her brown eyes glued to the TV.
“Just during the s*x scenes,” he moaned. Trina shrugged and let him be. It had been his idea to enact Roommate Movie Night, but he lamented the lesbian movies she always chose. After two of her movies, Billy had seen more breasts than in his entire human sexuality class in college. He’d found Trina, who described herself as a lipstick lesbian, two years ago on Craigslist. Her girlfriend had moved out and she couldn’t afford the apartment on her own. Billy had toured t
