It amused them.The closest I could describe my sleeping quarters would be a lodge. It was a fourteen-foot by fifty foot stone and log building with a ...hatched roof. A fire pit in the center for warmth and cooking. Finely crafted benches and table. Trunks and cabinets for storage. I shared it with ten other unmated women in their late teens, twenties, and thirties. There were several of these lodges. Women outnumbered the available men for mates. Although they did not lack for companionship at. She would tell us how it was just the way the fashion industry likes models to pose. Very common. Not at all unusual.As we got more comfortable posing for Laurel, she asked us if we were aware that a lot of girls today were into girls, and how it is perfectly normal, that its really very common. Addie and I weren't total idiots, we could tell she was carefully getting us comfortable with lesbianism. And frankly, it was working. I mean, we were already pretty open to it. Probably strange that we. "Mmm, that's nice," she said, " do you want to have it off with me?"Did I??? "Yes, I'd love to, but where can we go? You're staying at Elaines." Come on," she said, as we approached the local park, "we're going in here." she shouted to the others. "What for?" June asked, getting an elbow in the ribs for her trouble from her sister.Carol led us to the bowling green with the small members pavilion which overlooked it. "Sit down there & wait," she said, indicating the benches on the pavilion. We were met at the main entrance to the post by a light bird from the Base Commander’s office, who saluted me - still strange no matter how often it happened - and directed us to follow him to the Main Post and McGinnis-Wickham Hall, where we would begin the publicity tour. Meeting us was Major General Ferriter, along with most of his staff. Also present was Jose Montoya, probably yanked from his training platoon for the fun and games.Despite the immense courtesy and respect shown to me, it was.