’‘It figures,’ she thought, radiating her frustration. ‘I wonder how many of my sisters are lesbians…’‘Het… Béla! I am not creating s...x toys for you to play with!’‘But they will be sexually functional? Like me?’Sibilius frowned in disapproval at his unhappy and obviously frustrated daughter, then shielded his mind, blocking her thoughts out along with those uncomfortable feelings she was broadcasting.The birthing process was a lot different for her first sister than it had been for Béla. The. I was on hold until my Internet purchases showed up sometime Wednesday, which was seeming to me eons away, and I had to sit tight until then.Still worse, I had to keep my secret even from Susan—which wasn't that easy. It had long been my habit to talk difficult problems out with myself, often aloud; my colleagues at work had sometimes found themselves looking at each other askance as I wrestled with conundrums of computer programs and drafted and redrafted code sequences vocally to myself. " ... different. I haven't been ... uh ... touchedby a man in a long time." She sighed and leaned back againstthe couch."I know," I said. "I imagine you are really lonely." I putboth arms around her shoulders and hugged her back againstme. I rested the side of my head against hers and saidsoftly, "It doesn't have to be that way." Oh, I don't know," she said. "An old woman like me can'tfind anybody but old men around here." I wasn't talking about around here," I said as I hugged hera little. After a few minutes I wandered out to see who was in the store section, thinking I might be done for the night. Then a shy looking, young woman came in and started looking at videos. She drifted through the sections and seemed unfocused, gazing on any genre, but looked at all types and flavors of sex. Then she went to the board showing the covers of the films being shown in the theater. I went up and bought another theater ticket, walked to her, and gave it to her. Then I went inside and sat.