“Tell the truth!”I sighed. “That IS the truth. There’s no boy.” She looked at me even more curious, but didn’t ask any further.Next up was...her. “Well,” I said, “and who are you in love with?” She instantly turned bright red and looked around, not saying anything. “So?” I asked again, “it’s only fair you tell me.”She nodded, and looked down. “Well,” she whispered. “But you can’t tell anyone, okay? It’s a secret!” I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone and that secrets between friends are secrets. She didn't do that, though. She left everything on the counter, and served herself. John got a beer from the fridge and opened it while he went, inevitably, toward the room that had the 50" flat screen TV. And his recliner.She ate quickly and put her dishes in the sink. Then, she went to the bedroom and changed into running shorts and the powder blue sports bra she had purchased on impulse one day. She lifted a tank top out of the drawer, but then hesitated. She always wore a shirt over her. You should see ‘em in action.”“I saw Terri in action – dancing with Jerry. That’s a couple, you know...”“Everybody knows.”When Tommy dropped me off at the shelter, I kissed him. Or he kissed me. Or we kissed each other.The next morning, though, I felt my world start to cave in. The shelter administrator called me into her office.“Mimi,” she said, “you’re pushing four weeks here. Staying here much longer...”“Mizz Lindemann,” I said, “I really don’t have any options ... Jobs ... a place to. . tomorrow.”“Oh, that’s interesting,” Inez responded. “I can imagine what you want for your birthday.”“If you’re imagining me having Charlie cum in me shortly after midnight tomorrow night, you’d be right.”Inez shook her head for a while, then said, “This is the aspect of this whole thing that has surprised me the most. You’re all very open about your sexuality. You discuss things like this in front of our various daughters, and they don’t seem at all fazed. Of course, that stands to reason.