I also opened a tin of roasted cashew.Soon we started drinking. The girls took some time to adjust to the flavor of malt whiskey. After a peg was drun..., I poured them a second. By this time the girls started gulping. When the third round came, they were demanding, and shouting to me: ‘pour us more’ Rohit. We finished the bottle and then opened a second and poured it too. By the time both the girls were drunk.I felt like seducing them. But then I didn’t know what to ask them? I knew these chicks. Trouble in Paradise?That week Leah and I hired Nivea to work 30 hours per week for us.Nivea was petite, under five feet, thin, and about 50 years old. She hadpenetrating brown eyes and beautiful flowing brown hair, extraordinarilythink and shiny for a woman of her age. She had worked a floral shop upin Spanish Harlem for about 20 years before it went out of business lastyear. She was a whiz at arrangements but didn't like phone work orworking the cashbox and that her sciatica made it. I put on my bikini and my cover up. I pack the car and drive over there. The beach is not too far away.I find the perfect spot and lay out the blanket. I take off my bikini, and rub the suntan lotion all over my body. The beach is crowded. Some people have bathing suits on, and others are nude like myself.I lay down on my back and start to sunbathe. The sun is beating down on my body. My skin is feeling very hot. I get up and walk to the waters edge. I stick my toes into the water. I walk. . and now I've found the true love of my life, and though it's wrong, I can't help but love her. I'm sorry, I just can't give her up. I want to marry her, even though that's wrong. I want to grow old with her and go on honeymoons with her, and go see the world with her and... ," Mom broke down before she could finish what she said."Mom, please listen to me carefully. Just hear me out. You're gay. I accept that. You're a lesbian, and you know what? It's okay. It's okay with me, and yes, I.