I had no doubt he would love the chance to work on me some more, but I was fairly sure that she was safe.Every step I took was torture, the pain in my...sides and face was tremendous. I wiped my face with a paint rag and saw an alarming amount of blood on the rag. There was a sharp stab every time I took a breath. I wondered if this was what a punctured lung felt like. I decided to go to the emergency room when I left here. I'd have to make up a story of some kind, but I thought I may be. And the girls in the water now. Us. We're gay. Lesbos. That's us little girl." Diana was struggling inside. She guessed Tony was right. But she hadn't really come to terms with it. Not really. Not yet. Was she a lesbian? She wondered if her Mom thought she was gay. Would that matter? She didn't think so. But she couldn't be sure. Did she even know, herself? "What's happening, DiDi? Diana, are you crying? Don't do that little girl. Please. I'm sorry. I thought you were cool with this. Please,. He was truly starting to come out ofhis shell. Instead, he nodded."It's scary," he explained. "But it's something I need to do. You are myfriend, and I wanted to help you. I talked to a few reporters on thephone when they called our house, and I told them it was amisunderstanding. I told them we were friends, and that I hadoverreacted."He had a huge smile on his face as he beamed at his accomplishment. Istood there, dumbstruck! Was this the same person whom I had to coax intoeven talking to me. Neither was Loni. She started working there soon after I did. She was a typist, transcribing manuscript into primitive computer files on cassette tapes. When a typist finished a document, she would print it out, put it in a folder with the original manuscript, and bring to the proofreaders. Loni was gorgeous. Fred, an older guy I worked with, caught me watching her one evening. ‘Go for it,’ he said. ‘You’re close enough to her age. She’s been legal for a year.’ ‘Who is she?’ ‘You’re joking..