Even with only hearing one sentence uttered from those lips, Lesley willnever forget that voice. That voice was a sign that Janet would be able tofind...people who would support her.Janet said, "I am sorry that you had to deal with that. Trust me, you arein a very welcoming community. I am Janet."The phrase welcoming community got to Lesley. That was what her mom anddad hoped the most she would find out in the world. They loved andsupported their daughter, but knew their little town in the middle. Almost too good to be true.She even pressed him at one point, between rounds."No one at home for you?"Sal looked away, and said to the screen, "No. Used to be, but her idea of a relationship and mine ... wasn't the same."April was curious."Can I ask what happened?"Sal looked back at her with a tiny frown, stared for a second, then said, "We had a sort of open relationship. We weren't monogamous when we got together, and it was casual. As we got closer, well, we – she – deliberately kept that. Grandmamma was hugging my sl**ping baby b*****r, while my old aunt, whose arthritic hand awkwardly groped over her knitting, was humming a sweet tune. The early evening was closing in and the moon was mounting, the farm labourers came from their outdoor chores and were assembling in the large hall, which gave space for a degree or more of partiers. A number of the men were occupied in carving up the meat, and to these were ceded the best place and light, others were drinking or dancing with the. Standing in front of it I didn't know if what I was looking at was art or just welded together scrap metal that vaguely resembled an eight foot tall statue.Standing to one side I used this opportunity to sneak looks at Amanda. She was wearing a cute black skirt with a light colored tank top and heeled boots up to her knee. It was casual and sexy but she wouldn't have looked out of place in fancier places. Her hair was down and once again I was struck by how beatiful her face looked and how I.