" That she is," Archer said as they clinked bottles. "And she's an even better psychoanalyst than you. She told me about your first day aboard Columbi... and she knew exactly why you had finally agreed to transfer to her ship." Was it that obvious?" Not to me, no, but to her it was. The way you looked at her when she asked you to change the patch on your uniform – she knew immediately that Columbia was not where you wanted to be." Well, Enterprise is my home. That Columbia patch felt like an. They never made things comfortable enough to talk. Ugh! I didn’t want to think about my mother right now. I shook my head. And then it happened – we opened the conversation to sex. “…I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Well, perhaps you do. Are you a full lesbian or are you bi-sexual?” he asked. I wasn’t a lesbian at all. Sure, I found Rochelle attractive. How couldn’t I? I had responded to her kiss. Yes, I had done that. But I still wanted a guy. God, I was just so confused. I decided to. "Holy shit, I wanted to get my face between those fantastic cheeks, but she'd asked for proper kisses, so I lightly but firmly planted a kiss on each orb of ass flesh. "Hello, ma'am!"I called it right, because Roberta laughed delightedly and dropped the back of her gown, then turned and leaned down to give me a long, hot kiss on the lips, with plenty of tongue. Then looking into my eyes, she backed up against the table and sat on it, letting her legs straddle me where I sat. "I hope you're. Stunned into wakefulness by Lee almost leaning on my door-bell, I grabbed a past lover’s tee shirt draped over a chair and answered the door and ushered him in and told him to sit down while I composed myself.I asked him to excuse my minimalist look, my hair looking like a wild woman, and made us both a cup of coffee before sitting down next to him as he said he quite liked my minimalist look. I bet he did, and it pleased me that he had the confidence to say so. Little did he know what was.