She was pretty sure she was a lesbian, but sometimes the look of the boys would create a pleasant damp feeling in her crotch. Even with the terrible n...ghtmare that kept on reoccurring, she was enjoying herself.The bus pulled up and she seated herself next to what she considered to be her best friend. True, she had only known Kelly for a week, but they seemed to click. Being around her brought Allison a sense of peace and understanding. She desperately wanted to tell Kelly everything, but then. To cut a long story short, Sophie wanted to join us. Her only concern, it turned out, was we were a ‘unit’ and she would be on her own.We discussed this, did she have anyone that and could be there with her? No. So if she moved with us, she would be alone (relationship wise).Instead of starting with a lesbian relationship with Linda (which Linda would have liked), she simply stated, at dinner one evening, that she wanted to move to Spain with us but wanted to be part of our ‘unit’ if she. "Charlie," she said, practically leaning over her fence, "Nice to seeyou." Likewise, Mrs. Jones," I said.The comfort, the coziness and the lazy Saturday afternoon feeling were allgone, replaced by pure, unadulterated, nerve-wracking fear. In allhonesty, I had fantasized many times about meeting my neighbor like this,but now that it was actually happening, all I wanted was to be inside ofthe apartment, safely hidden from her view. There was nothing neitherquirky nor naughty about risking that. “You just hold on there a minute, Boy. You ain’t aiming to dump them dead men here in the street and ride off. Get your ass off that horse and bury ‘em, you’re the one who killed ‘em.”I nudged Red with my boot and he took a step around the man. The man went for his gun on his hip and I jerked my Colt out so fast, he dropped his gun and stumbled backward with his hands raised.About that time, the store owner who waited on me yesterday, walked out. Then another store man from across the street.