She looked me right in the eye and said, ‘I’ve hear some of the other girls talking at school. They say you ‘re a lesbian and only go to bed wit... other women. Is that true?’ Not wanting to be dishonest, I explained that while I have gone to bed with men in the past, and still do when the mood strikes me, basically I enjoy the tender touch that only another female can offer. I explained that in many instances, I had found men to be too rough in their lovemaking, that they seemed only interested. " I muttered and went into the kitchen. I boiled the kettle for the first cup of tea. My mind was being slow this morning and I had no doubt that it was the effects of the night before.I sat in a bit of a mindless haze, staring out of the window into the weed-ridden handkerchief of a garden. As I sipped at the scalding tea, my mind changed the vision to that of rolling hills, stretching out for hundreds of yards in all directions, flanked by woods. The sky was a clear azure blue and two horses. As we approached the cellar door I quizzed her again about the slaves. "What sort of people like being slaves?" I asked. She stopped us, looked up at me and suggestively asked, "Would you like to see?" "Yes," I answered. "Wait here," she commanded, then opened the cellar door, stepped through and closed the door behind her. I waited, somewhat uneasy about standing around, loitering at the cellar door dressed only in a skimpy g-string. Whilst I waited Antonio came through. "Deserted are we?" He. So I wantyou to have plenty of time to get your car back from the bar and intowork," Melanie said."Okay, that sounds good, can we talk for a second?" Kevin motionedtowards the door. Melanie led him to the kitchen. "I'm really sorry, Idon't know what happened last night, I didn't mean to have this turninto anything too much," Kevin stammered out. Melanie gave him a gentlegrin."Who said you did anything, I think I went out to celebrate my boss'biggest contract and then I seduced him, and the.