I’ve made subtle hints to my long-haired friend that I was always there for her if she ever wanted to experiment with some secret sapphic sex. She a...ways politely declined, but for some reason, I got the feeling that she wasn’t completely ruling it out.Last week the sexy graying brunette invited me over to her house to show off her newly remodeled sunroom that her husband Jay had been working on. Naturally I figured it was just an excuse to satisfy her inner lesbian urges. If Rachel had. "Mum... Are you there?"She was there, obviously. I could hear her breathing, trying to find the right words. "You're scaring me. What happened?"I heard her sighing once more, then she pronounced those words I never, ever, wanted to hear: "It's your friend... It's... Dylan..."Eight letters, eight letters were enough to shake the floor under my feet.I sat on my couch, desperate."What happened to him?" I have no idea of WHAT, actually... His parents were so upset about the atrocious loss, none of. They sat in the far corner, and Marcus could see that Amanda was talking animatedly to Miranda, who smiled in bemusement as she listened to her."Can I get you anything to drink Marcus?" Peter asked as he joined him at the bar."No thanks Peter, I'm driving tonight, so I'll just stick with this one I think." Marcus smiled as he held up his half full glass of soda."What is Amanda drinking?" Oh, she's usually happy with whatever the cocktail of the night is." Marcus shrugged his shoulders. I thought about what Gym I was going to join - not that I intendedspending too much time in one, but it might be fun for a while. I lookedup the internet and made a short list of 3 places to check out over thenext few days.When I got home that evening I went out of my way to avoid Avril - mybeautiful daughter Nichola came to greet me when I got home - she lookedabsolutely stunning - dressed like a schoolgirl or a teacher's wet dreamshe was in a short plaid skirt with knee high socks and a tight.