I wasn't sure. Maybe she hadended the engagement because she was a lesbian. I just didn't know.Then, there was Monica ... I hoped that she wasn't a le...bian, becauseeven before this morning I had had a sexual fantasy or seventeen abouther. I really wanted her. And, it seems like she was very comfortablearound me. She was very comfortable with her sexuality, and how shechose to express it. But when it came to lesbian/not lesbian, I didn'tknow.It was time to order the meal. Edith ordered a. The truth was, they always seemed to share the same interests. They were both book worms. They both did really well in school. They were both really smart. They both loved to learn. Neither of them were highly physical. They both liked each other’s company. Not just for conversation, or to play together. They physically enjoyed being together. The mere presence of Jeff next to her made her feel more comfortable, less lonely, and more at ease.Jeff had felt the change, too. He didn’t quite know. " From the looks on the girls' faces, none of us knew that. "We went through all kinds of tests and procedures and finally it was determined that your father had low sperm count." No one says a word as Mrs. Andrews takes a breath. "The chances were very low that we would ever conceive. But we wanted k**s so badly. It looked like the only alternative was artificial insemination." We were all best friends by then," mom picks up the story as I wonder what this has to do with anything. "The Andrews. What happened yesterday? I don’t know much about it. Not much in the way of detail was offered or desired. Well, that’s not entirely true. How anyone could not wonder, I don’t know. But what will happen tomorrow? A year from now? i’d very much like to know. I’m scared, you see. I put the hurt away, reach out and touch her flesh. Someone else’s playground. someone else’s joy. And what about her? How does she feel? I yank my hand away, leap from the bed, stumble towards the shower, and try.