They all about twisted their heads off when they saw her. They motioned for her to come over and she did. She told them that she had a mountain bike a...d that she loved to ride. They asked if she would like to ride with them. She told them no that she wasn’t alone and didn’t think that it would be right. They asked if she were here with her parents and she told them no. Your boyfriend she said no. Another girl, no. She finally told then she was with her husband. She told them that she had to get. . who was she? No event in her life, except perhaps for the birth of Eddie, had moved her to such stirring heights. Who was she if not a sex-hungry, passionate, hot- blooded woman. Perhaps this was her true self and Carl Bradley had helped her to discover it that morning.She lay back on her bed now, the hot sun streaming through the window putting her into a state of semi-consciousness and she remembered that when they were both too exhausted to respond any longer to their unleashed passion,. Yes, Allison owned her. Twenty five years ago, in a town miles from here, fresh out of secretarial school, Connie had set her sights on a husband. Oh, there were lots of suitors, but she could not settle on which boy to marry. That was when she began to suspect perhaps marriage was not her cup of tea. But what was? One thing led to another and one night Connie found herself in a seedy downtown joint - "The Bird's Nest" - a lesbian bar. It was a strange new world - a whirlwind of sensations. “Yes, I had one pint. Your Grandfather and the others had several before I left, and they are still there,” I told her to a sad look from her.“Yes, almost every night,” she said.“Come eat, dinner is ready,” Jill told us, and led the way to the table. We enjoyed a fine home cooked meal then, and Maureen seemed to greatly enjoy the meal. We had been finished only a short time, when I detected someone else enter the house.“That’s my Mother,” Maureen told us before I could say anything.“We should.