“It’s a sin.”“I’m not religious, and I don’t know a lot about Christian teachings, but I’m sure that not all Christians agree that it’... a sin. And I, for one, don’t think there’s anything wrong with same-sex attraction.”“You don’t? I thought you...”“No. In fact, I prefer women to men. That’s why I’m divorced. I discovered later in life that I really am attracted to women more than men. Maybe you’re the same way.”“You are?”“Yes.”“Then you might really want to be with me, sexually I mean.”Yume. We’d all felt the tension between the two of them and we all pretended to be absorbed with other matters but quickly noticed when whatever rift there had been between them seemed suddenly to heal. That had been a fortnight ago and there had been no sign of them last week, so speculation was rife.After a couple of G&Ts Helen was looking more relaxed although she said virtually nothing. I kept trying to bring her into the general chatter but with no success. It was almost a relief when the door. I'm a long, long way from Oklahoma, Dave thought, and he took a deep swig of beer before he knew what he was doing. Scarlett's flat belly writhed. She turned around, clenching and relaxing the muscles of her behind. Dave drank more beer and watched wide-eyed as Scarlett hooked her thumbs in her G-string and began to work it down, inch-by-inch, over her oil-glistening thighs. And then Scarlett whirled around, in time with the beat, and there it was. There it was, right over his face. There it. Finally, I replied, to both possible meanings of her question, "Oh. Well. It uh ... it looks ... very nice... a little pink, though, sweetie." I added, "But then everything does!" She laughed and said, "Yes, pink is my favorite color, if you couldn't tell."She told me she had had sprains before and was sure her ankle would be alright, then turned her attention to the shoe she now held in her hand. The four inch heel dangled loosely. "And this is only the second time I've worn these!" I told her.