.. well, I'm supposed to see her tomorrow and, uh..." Like a date?" she asked me."Yeah, I think so. I don't know." I giggled nervously and my heart wa... pounding a little. "I think she likes me and I sort of wanted to be like her boyfriend. Sorta." Is she gay?" Jane was tracing a finger around my breast, looking down at it so I couldn't see her face."I don't know." I shrugged, thinking it sounded like I didn't know a whole lot about this girl suddenly. "I think so, maybe. She's interested in me,. ‘At best, she’s ‘bi’. At worst, at least from my point of view, she’s straight, but got messed up because of…….’ ‘Please, don’t go into that!’ interposed Susan sharply. Heidi gave her a look, then relaxed. ‘Sure. But he has a right to know where we are coming from. Susan has had her problems with men, as you, I understand, had problems with women! Your heterosexuality seems pretty intact, if I may say so!’ ‘Strange you should say that,’ I said. ‘I guess my divorce threw me back quite a bit. I. If you need to.”Confused, she looked up at him.He said, “You did want to come sometime this weekend, didn’t you? Well, now’s your chance. Unless you want to wait another week or two. I know how much you like it when I make you wait.” He said that all far louder than she liked, and she felt herself blushing.“Can’t…can’t we do that when we get back to the hotel?”“Why wait? I thought you needed to come? You said you were desperate.”She looked around the train, but in true New York style,. She confessed that she’d had a crush on me since high school, and she was glad that what happened between us had happened. We spent that Sunday together — but didn’t make love again — and I left the following day, still a little uneasy about what we’d done, and wondering where this would lead us. I saw Danielle three more times that winter, once late in November, again in early January, and again in early March. Our time together began to take on a familiar routine — dinner, some evening.