There were the pipe and cigar smokers among them too, and the language from some of these women, they were worse than sailors with frequent use of the...‘F’ and ‘C’ words, but nobody seemed to care. Being a Friday evening there was quite a crowd there, the bar was very smoky and the hub bub of conversation and laughter made it a very friendly place. We met and were joined by other friends of theirs who I had to assume were also queer, and I also found out some ladies were actually married to men.. . I didn't." "Sure, tell yourself that. I suppose he never made you come?" "No, no." "Liar." "Ok, ok, maybe, but that's not fair. I mean, I'd been stripped naked, pokedand prodded, first with fingers and then toys.... It was a case of so manyfirsts...so many fought feelings. Yeah, maybe I was more than a little readyfor sex. And yes, maybe he was good. Ok, great, or maybe it was that he wasbigger or thicker than.... And maybe I gave up fighting it. You're right, Iwas his and that was that. He. Never even had the chance to say no. I've never even been asked out." Damn. And here I was gonna..." Now it was my turn to trail off.She laughed, nervously. "Oh, no! No dating for me. I'm not even allowed to talk to boys."Something crumpled inside me, dismayed. It had taken so much courage to blurt out that half a line! But apparently, she was off limits. My stomach churned with renewed savagery."You're not even allowed to talk to a guy? Should I shut up?" I said.She turned to look at me. I. She lost some of the energy she had just ten minutes ago upon entering the store. Her mind revisited all of the unfinished projects that she would now have to complete alone so she decided the first thing she’d do in the morning would be call HR and make sure they put out an announcement for hiring a new assistant position. She picked up some stuffed mushrooms, a few bags of pre-made salad kits, and then she reached into the refrigerated cooler for some Kobe beef and his hand awkwardly grazed.