"So does this mean we are girlfriends?" she questioned."Yes, I do believe it means just that." I said with a smile.That night when I finally got back ...o my apartment, I had time to thinkabout the day and that was when I worked out that I had no idea what Iwas. As far as I was concerned, I was a woman that liked other women,well liked Susan who was another woman and I knew there had to be aterm for such a thing but I honestly did not know it. I ended upturning to the internet and it did not take. I ran into the kitchen to see you standing there with water and soap everywhere. Your pants and shirt were soaking wet. Without thinking i got on my hands and knees and started wiping up the water and soap with a towel I grabbed off the counter. Yous stood there stammering about how sorry you were. Then I told you to strip down and Id throw your clothes in the washer nd you could borrow some of my brothers until youre clothes were done in the washer and dryer. So you strip down to just your. Like Motherfucker and Ow, God Damn Son of a Bitch and a few others I’d learned from Scottie the engineer when the wrench slipped and he banged the sharp part of the Atlas-Imperial Diesel. Then a few more while he was fishing that same wrench out from under the diesel engine. They were in French and Vietnamese and had a lot to do with mothers, fathers, sisters and excrement ... and goats and water buffalo.“What?” I asked.Scottie blushed and told me.Of course I had to practice pronouncing them. Sensing my anguish Mags approached and took my hand in her free hand and kissed me hard on the mouth, and then did the same to Mary. I sure that the ‘what the fuck’ look on my face perfectly betrayed the confusion in my head. Then Mags sort of pulled Mary and me into an intimate little circle, Mary kissed my cheek and whispered ‘welcome to the family Dan’. Mary was a 40-something mother of two independent young adult kids, the birthing of which left hardly any evidence on her well-toned little.