" Oh my god!" She was stunned. "You're a friggin' dyke!" No, no! Not a dyke. I just, love girls, is all." I can't believe this. My best friend is a fu...king lesbian!"By now, tears were filling my eyes. "I've always loved you, but if you're acting like that, fine!" I wiped my eyes and took a few steps away. To my surprise and delight, she wrapped an arm around my waist, spun me around, and kissed me passionately.I kissed her back, and we staggered over to the couch, our tongues intertwined. Her. Kelly in her standard blueskirt suit, took a seat at her own desk, sorting through the tasks shehad left for herself from the day before. Turning on her computer shedecided to address a few morning emails before getting to some of theother tasks. Her hand brushed the Honeysett file with its post it noteon top, indicating hand delivery as its reminder in pen. She hadwritten that on purpose, as she wanted to talk to Ann in person aboutsome things, before Ann had her first session with Bridget.. I rushed down and fetched condoms first and then entered the bathroom.She was done by then. So I just pretended I entered by mistake. I reached the room and laid on bed casually. She came close to and asked to call the room service for wine.I did it immediately and we enjoyed the cold evening and I kept on staring at her. She was soon in my arms and we contemplated at the sunset. Her still wet hair had the most intoxicating smell.I turned her head by her chin and kissed her. We kept on kissing. He was putting away their trainer's gear in what looked like an over-sized fishing tackle box.It was a month after his breakup with Lori. Irregular gusts of wind were carrying bursts of sun brightened reddish-yellow leaves down the length of the field as the football players trooped off to the showers.Chet laughed. "You sound like Ms. Schlecht." Oh, the Freudian damage bubbles to the surface," intoned Jimmy. "Kindergarten teachers shouldn't still be in our heads, should they? It's not healthy.".