"What might have been a body-blow to others was sort of a relief to me. It answered a lot of questions, cleared up a lot of things that had occurred o...er the previous year or so.I nodded slowly. "So, you're a ... lesbian."She grinned a little. "At least you didn't call me a dyke."We were silent for a moment; then, I said, "So, who else knows about this?" No one. Not around here. My folks don't even suspect. At least, I don't think they do."Another lightbulb moment for me. "And you told me. Scales slithered together, that dry caress. My sword slashed out, forcing her to retreat. I sprang at her, thrusting at her flesh, her scimitar sweeping before her to block. Hard swings. Too much energy. Too much flourish.She wasn't used to having opponents that truly fought back. I could imagine none of her servants ever trying to beat her when she sparred for practice. They didn't put their all into the fight. They didn't hone her to be a deadly fighter. She lacked the skill to face someone. The last two had been a pain as the wind, and the rain had swirled around them and drenched them. The also had to kneel in the mud. They were both shivering by the time they had put the tools put away and got inside out of the weather.The pup had been smart enough to head for his nice warm bed as soon as the rain started in earnest. He watched them strip off on the back veranda. They hung their clothes on the undercover line on the veranda and made a beeline for Mary’s shower.Marty was grateful. During the school year we started noticing the other guys bodies and dicks in the shower after soccer a lot more. We thought that our dicks looked about the same as most of the other guys. We weren’t sure how we compared to others with a boner since we only saw one guy get one. That was Tim, and man, was he ever embarrassed when that happened. All of the guys made fun of him and called him gay because he got a boner around guys.Mike is another guy that we both noticed and talked about.