Despite what you, dear reader might think of me, I am not a whore. I am not just a pornstar. I do in fact have family and I have a life outside of my occupation. I take careful precaution to ensure those two lives of mine don't collide. Especially since my adoptive mother and sister don't know I am gay or the fact I am a pornstar and not some bigwig corporate worker like they think I am. How else do I afford my loft and the mustang? I had to lie. I even made business cards! Back to the point. I take precautions, but they don't always prevent it.

It was a warm Saturday in National City. My sister, Alex, wanted to take a run and I was her unfortunate partner. She was tough as nails. Ex Navy SEAL, still adjusting to civilian life, and looking for a semblance of a normal routine. Running was her outlet. For me, it was a death sentence.

"Al, wait, come on! This is mile four. I need to sit please." I beg, winded and out of breath. She was trying to kill me. It's the only thing I could come up with. What can I say? I can dive face first into a nice, wet, pussy and not come up for air for a while, but running was a different strain on my lungs. For one, I enjoy oral.

"Wimp." She breathes before continuing to a bench along the boardwalk. Running on the beach is nice, I won't lie. "You know we have to run back, right?" I groan in despair. Of course we would. Alex plopped down on the bench and patted the seat next to her. We sit in a comfortable silence. I fiddle with my thumbs. A nervous habit I have had since I was a kid. I feel Alex's gaze drop to my hands. Fuck.

Three.

Two.

One…

"Something is on your mind. Tell me what it is." I roll my head to look at her. Alex, my rock, my favorite person on the planet. She is a pain in my ass because she knows me too well.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

"Am not!"

"Are too. Tell me. Is it a boy?" She asked, wagging her auburn eyebrows suggestively. I gasp in mock offense before giggling.

"No, it's not." I bite my lower lip, turning to face the ocean. Alex, my rock, please don't hate me. "It's a girl. A co-worker. She's incredibly beautiful. Her eyes look like the clearest green, her hair, dark as night, and this milky white skin. She always wears dark lipstick and it just works." Alex was quiet for some time. I begin to panic on the inside. Alex hasn't been this quiet since I was adopted. Did she hate me? Will she tell Eliza? Will Eliza hate me?

"Don't do that, Kara. I'm not mad or sad or upset. I'm surprised but I'm not. You're 26 with no real relationship with a man but your best friend in college? Pffft. I knew you were a lesbian then. Eliza doesn't really suspect I don't think. Kara, look at me." I can feel the tears pricking my eyes and then Alex's hand resting on my cheek, forcing me to look at her. My eyes met brown.

"I love you. I support you." She whispers. "Please don't make a scene. There are people and I don't have feelings." I laugh wetly and hug my sister.

"And speaking of co-workers, did you say she had bright clear green eyes and dark black hair?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"She's headed this way then. And ooh! She is smiling." My eyes widened in surprise. I whip around and indeed see Lena headed this way, a small smile on her dark ruby lips.

"Alex, let's go. I'll race you back if you'll leave with me now." Alex raised a brow. I stand suddenly, reaching down to grab Alex. She expertly dodges my grasp and yanks me back down to sit beside her.

"Absolutely not. I want to see the fuss with your steamy co-worker."She told me with a shimmy of her shoulders.

"No, we need to le-Lena! Hi." I greet her with a sudden appearance. She slipped a pair of aviators over her eyes and raised a dark brow.

"Hello, Kara. Fancy seeing you here." She replied, gesturing around her.

"I'm on a run with my sister." I answer.

"Not much running going on, I see." She jested. I laugh nervously.

Pause. Yeah, not great right? I think I am about to get fucked. At this point, I don't know if Lena is going to talk about work or not.

"Yeah, an Ex Navy SEAL tried to put me through bootcamp in one afternoon." Lena laughed heartily. That must be the sound of Paradise. My sister, with all her charm and idiocy.

"Kara, close your mouth dear, it's unbecoming." I whip back around to her and give her my hardest stare. Lena clears her throat.

"Hi, I'm Alex Danvers. Blondie's sister. I'll excuse myself to the ice cream stand. See you in a minute, Pip." I gasp.

"Alex!" I whine. "Not Pip." I groan but she's already gone. I turn back to Lena.

"She used to call me Pip for pipsqueak. I was a small kid when I got adopted. Come to think of it, it might have been an insult." I begin to walk slowly, Lena falls in step with me.

"I was adopted too. Come to find out, my father had an affair with my mother and my "Adoption" was him taking responsibility for his mistakes when she passed away." Lena says softly. I felt myself reaching out to her. It made my heart ache to see a fleeting sadness flash across her beautiful features.

But I don't follow through. Instead, I trip.

"Fuck me." I whisper, grabbing my shin that I scraped. I could feel the sting from where my skin should be.

"I believe that's my line, Kiera." Lena says with a wink. Her hand reaches out towards me. I glare up at her, grabbing the offered hand and hauling my injured ass up. I take a small satisfaction in her struggling against my weight. It's all muscle baby.

"You're heavier than I expected." Lena admits openly. She smirks, seeing my expression.

"As you know, it's muscle." I mumble. Lena's smile widens.

"Did Snapper tell you we have an upcoming gig? Set this time, no Dan." My eyes widened. It occurred to me at that moment, my phone was in the car four miles away.

"No, I didn't know. How fortuitous it was to run into you then." Lena nods as we continue to walk back towards the bench. I gaze out to the ocean.

"Trust me, the pleasure is mine, Kara. See you again in two weeks." A hand lands on my shoulder and just like the first time, she is gone in a breath within the throng of people on the boardwalk.