She looked down for a second, and noted that Nina had flipped her skirt out of the way, and was sitting with her legs spread apart.A moment later, a w...itress came by, and they each order a glass of wine. Nina noted that the waitress's outfit was very similar to that of the hostess, even down to the gold necklace. After their drinks had been delivered, Nina turned to Gretchen. "This seems like a nice little place. I wouldn't have guessed it was here." That's the way the owners, and the clientele. I saw it coming I guess you could say. It's not that big of a deal." Say how was practice?" Sam asked, changing the subject."Not that good actually. I was distracted thinking about you and Freddie." Carls, we don't want you to feel weird about this," Sam took another bite. "We can cool it, if you want us too." No Sam, don't do that. I'm happy for you guys. I'm shocked about it, but so would be a lot of people."Sam nodded."And I'm just upset, or I was upset because you guys didn't tell me. But. And that if she couldn’t accept me on those terms, then I wasn’t going to get into a physical relationship with her no matter how much she begged me to.”“What did she say?”“We talked a long time. In the end, she had to think about it. I insisted, too. I told her I knew that if I was with her it would be making love, not having sex. And I wasn’t going to do that unless she was fully aware of what that meant and what I could give her. The one thing I can’t give her is exclusive access to my. As a 12-year-old, was my attraction to my best friend’s mother (who looked like Brooke Shields!) sexual? I began questioning my long-term relationship with my boyfriend, my carnal choices, my parents, my girlfriends—it was all too explosive, and coming to terms with it in an alien country, a precarious thought. For me, sexuality is a private orientation, but it also can’t exist or thrive without permission. The only consent I needed apart from my own, was my parents’. Hesitantly, I asked for.