I suspect men do come in from time to time, maybe have a beer, then figure out that they don't belong and leave. But, it's not a lesbian bar. There ar... no lesbian bars out here. It's just a place that men don't belong.Outside, it's brisk, just cold enough to crinkle my nipples through the thin fabric of my blouse. Inside, it's much warmer, hot even, from the press of bodies. People seem comfortable enough hanging their jackets in the front hall with no coat check, so I do the same. I'm wearing. I told her you said that today we are friends and friends don’t lie to each other and insisted that she share her problems. After insisting a bit more she finally gave in and told me how things are not good between her and her husband.She said he is not interested in her anymore and is always busy with his work and spends more time with his friends. Even on off days, he does not stay at home and always goes somewhere and acts a bit secretive.She suspected that he is having an affair with. "So how much do you reckon it's worth on the open market?" Well remember when that young couple moved in two doors away, last year?"I chuckled as I remembered how the man had offered dad a job on the road gangs with him, the look on dad's face was priceless!"Yes I remember" Well they paid a hundred and eight thousand" Wow" We're probably going to be rich darling, have you thought of that?" Not really mum" I smiled, "I can't think of anything else except you and what you're wearing" What would. As we lay in each other's arms, she told me that I would never have to worry about her getting pregnant when we were fucking because many years ago she had had a hysterectomy. She told me that she already knew that I was sexually active when she found some rubbers in the pocket of my pants that were to go to the cleaners. She said that she had often thought about suggesting that we make love together, but was much too embarrassed to suggest it -- until we were in bed together and she became so.