She was blocking his escape with her body, leaning down so that her warm breath blew his hair. Her dexterous tail snaked around the side of her thigh,...brushing the material of her skirt as Jules felt it stroke the crotch of his pants. He lurched, surprised by her sudden assertiveness.“Here?” he asked, momentarily confused as his brain struggled to keep up with what was happening. She leaned her upper arm on the wall above his head, getting close enough that she could reach his ear, sucking it. Fuck! She was a lesbian.I shook my head. Unsmilingly, I said, “Does she know you have a thing for her? And if she knows would she consider you as a friend? I bet not.”I saw instantly that her basic anger was too great for the kind of logic. I went on swiftly: “Besides you’d to understand your desires are against our societal acceptance. I have no doubt you could do that for personal reasons. But for our social moral ethics, I doubt that.”“You think you are smart!” growled Carol. “You aren’t. "Brock was more worried about it than I was," Sam remarked smugly. "I thought it was funny."Sam didn't think it was quite as funny when the two women pulled him down for a fresh kiss as they passed by the receiving line."Save us a dance at the reception!" one of them said as they headed to their car."A slow dance," the other added with a wink.Thankfully, they were the last ones through the line so Sam was saved the need to explain why he looked so embarrassed. Brock was thankful, too. That way. Well it doesn't matter. You must gather the finest craftsmen available and form the most solid, protected structure of followers you can."The last large groups of my followers were slaughtered about 2000 years ago. I was greatly diminished by that and I have learned much since then. In the past, I wanted my people to just love one another, to take joy from themselves and the acts of passion between one another. I didn't like violence. I believed that if we were a threat to no one, no one would.