My mother screamed and my father called me a fag. They tried to talk to me about it but I just could not face them. I packed a small bag and left that...night for the city with my mother still in tears.I had a little money from my summer job and soon found a youth hostel. Then a real stroke of luck: a job as a junior clerk in a bank. Life was going well and with my first pay packet I rented a tiny ground floor one-room apartment in the worst neighbourhood in the city. I did not care. It was mine. It amazed me sometimes how far he had brought me to being the kind of woman, the kind of person, I had never been allowed to experience before. He pointed with his free hand, fingers didn’t exist with the heavy mittens we wore. “Up there, that is where the booster needs to be setup.”“On top of the mountain?” I admit, I was looking at him like he had lost his mind. We hadn’t been there in in good conditions. Now we were going in the winter?It was a week and a half before he announced that it was. ..he's normally infront." What's your name?" Ahh...Rodney...Rodney Parkinson." Hang on Rod; I'll see if it's on his desk."Walking down to Daniel's room, Danielle was there all ready looking forit. She pulled it from underneath her bra and handed it to me. "I'lltalk to you in the minute young lady." I took it to the front door andhanded it to the boy."Thank you...thank you." That's okay. See you later." I shut the door and counted to thirty."Oh Daniel honey, do you have a minute?" Yes Daddy." he. We kissed and clutched each other. She fingered me while I fingered her and we kissed. I came first, right before her. I held her to me and shivered with the ecstasy of her touch. She came as I held her. We lay there, holding each other, panting and heaving. “See?” she said, when she could get enough air to talk, “that wasn’t so bad.” I laughed . “No,” I said, “it wasn’t.” And it wasn’t. I didn’t know if I’d be seeking out any lesbian relationships any time soon, but I couldn’t tell myself this.