After moving out of my parents' home, I moved to a loft with a lesbian couple, Jeanette and Eliza and worked as ticket booth agent for the city subway system. It was a boring and aggravating job as I just sat in a booth giving fare cards and maps to customers, dealing with the complaints if something occurred with their cards that prevented them from entering the system and I can do nothing about it, and have also witnessed crimes like assaults, robberies and rapes and could only sit there watching as I was not allowed to leave my post or intervene.
The one good thing about the job was that it was just a few blocks from my home, so I did not have to deal with long, delay prone commutes, but overtime, I got lonely and depressed from lack of sex, which I frequently had with my ex until she one day suddenly got uncomfortable with it. It made me mad as sex made me happy. She dumped me after I kept begging her nonstop to have sex with me again.
Eliza noticed me looking sadder and sadder as time passed and one night we were both off from work while Jeanette was not. Eliza came to my room and went up to me while I sat on my bed groaning in misery. She asked what was wrong as I said lack of sex made me unable to handle stress and unhappiness from work. She asked if I wanted to have sex with her. I was shocked at that, as not only was she gay and in a relationship, but was drugged and raped at a hotel 10 years earlier by a male assailant who was never caught, which I never asked if it may have influenced her sexual orientation. She said she just wanted me to be happy and was willing to have sex with me under several conditions.