”I remained silent, not knowing what to do, and my mom continued to speak while crying.Mom: It’s common for guys of your age to get attracted to s...ch things. But you need to find a girl of your age. You are almost half my age. I am forty-two, and you are twenty-two.Me: So was Sharif. He was half your age at that time too.Mom: But he is not my son. You are. Please don’t embarrass me. Please, I am not even able to cry out properly. This is more than death to a mother.Me: Stop talking like that,. Do you think he wants to do vile and dirty things to us?”I open my mouth to protest that that’s not why I’d brought them up here, but Lisa’s hands come from nowhere to wrap around me, and I hear her say, “I certainly hope so.”“Now, wait,” I finally find my voice, but before I can say more, Becky’s hand pulls my head down to her level, plants her lips on mine, and I forget what I was about to say. My arms go around the brunette’s short, slender form, and pull her tighter to me, picking her up. .’ Ms. Fenton then laughed out loud, a rich husky sound that sent a shiver of anticipation racing down Julie’s spine: ‘Oh, you do like? You’re a hot bitch, you know that ... but then, that’s why I love you!’ The manager laughed throatily again, blew a kiss into the phone, and signed off: ‘Ciao, babe ... I’ll call you back’.It suddenly clicked with Julie who Ms. Fenton was talking to – it could only be Ms. Hartensen, the owner of the whole company! And, of course, they were clearly lesbians. “Are you hungry?” I asked.“Sure, I could eat a sandwich.”“Good, come with me, I need to ask you something.”When the sandwich was ready and Sandy had taken her first bite, I sat down opposite her.“You left your computer on again.”“Oh, shit, I am sorry.”“Don’t worry about it, but what I wanted to ask you was, who were you camming with?”She stopped her hand, holding the sandwich an inch from her mouth and her eyes began to move. She was coming up with something, and it wasn’t the truth. I knew.