“He’s a smart kid, but I think there’s some things he’s not prepared for.”Emily wasn’t sure what he meant by that. But she didn’t ask.�...He told me about the two of you.” He said it softly enough that no one else heard. Emily felt hot. “I think we should talk.”Emily cleared her throat. She wanted to talk with him to. Somewhere private, somewhere with enough light so she could look at his body. “Don’t you think his mom would want to talk to me instead.”“She can be next.” He was close to her. She. It was ina gated community, surrounded by a golf course. It was decorated verymodern styled, and I did love his taste. But there were many occasionswhere I felt my mind would go blank as we sat together and talked. Ionly recall that after each 'episode' I would feel more dependant and in"love" with Trevor.After 6 months of our being together, he asked me if I would move inwith him? "Of course, I told him!" And within 2 weeks I had sold mostof my things at a 'yard' sale and given up my lease. I. And it all started with, ‘I love your haircut’.Coco Chanel once stated, ‘A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life’. It’s true. I was announcing, without really announcing, ‘moving on’ with the ‘breakup cut’. The let’s-cut-it-all-off-haircut was a statement of personal empowerment, an adieu to an affecting three-year relationship with a Hungarian woman I had fallen madly in love with during my sabbatical in London. My first serious lesbian relationship. I was 35. Until then I wasn’t. She protested and tried to push me off, but I pushed back and started to kiss her lips. She began to kiss me back and I pinched her nipples so hard she cried out loud. "We're sisters...stop it" she said and I replied "Why should we when we both like it?" She thought it over for a moment and then she pulled me close to her and we kissed and touched each other. She put her hand between my legs and felt for my clit, which she rubbed fiercely. I felt like I was gonna die from pleasure. We kissed.