At least face to face. It was a whole different situation in my mind. “Do you think he was looking at me?” I asked from my side of the cubicle. My...mouth felt dry. I think all of the moisture from my mouth went to my palms. This is ridiculous! I have to get control of myself, I thought as I wiped my hands on my skirt. I’d always seen myself as a cool, calm and collected professional. Always focused on my career and not on those that I’d worked with. But, my 40th birthday had just past. I wished. I got home and dropped off my stuff and took the short walk to her house to the tree. From there I found pretty easy access to her backdoor. I knocked nervously, but she answered the door with a smile. “First off I just want to say I am not angry, actually I am thankful.” She said.“About what?” I asked.‘Oh come off it, I know it is you in the tree back there every night, today your boots confirmed it.” She said with a smile. I blushed about a thousand shades of red and said “I am sorry, I will. She wore a pretty lower cut lace bra, which showed plenty of cleavage. She ran her fingers between her tits to get the chocolate off that had dripped between them. I came the minute she put her finger to her lips to lick. She buttoned her blouse up and went back to work like nothing had happened. The company I work for had got burglarized twice in 2 weeks. So Sam decided to get a guard dog to patrol the building at night. The dog was a mean looking, half German shepherd and half Doberman. He. Satisfied, she started again, "Even under the scrutiny of Mom, my girl dolls always held hands and kissed. I think she noticed I was different, and fortunately, never played the guilt card or told me it was bad or wrong. I just figured that girls being together followed some kind of natural order after all; it was only just Mom, Grandma, and me. Of course, by the time I became a bit more mature, the ugly perception of the world forced a reality to my brain: be gay, act straight."Mom and I kind.