I like for things to be right out in the open, you know what I mean?"I swallowed nervously, uncomfortable under her gaze. Finally I nodded. "Yes." I s...id. "I guess I do." But I didn't. Not then anyway.I poured us each a glass of wine from my large stockpile of White Zinfandel and Chardonnay. We carried them upstairs to the bathroom where I broke out the towel, the razor, the shaving cream, the washcloth, the scissors, and, most importantly, the baby oil. I set them all carefully down on the. “So this boy in York... did you sleep with him?”Jacqueline blushed. “Well yes...a few times.”Susan raised her eyebrows in interest. “A few times?”“Well I suppose so... maybe half a dozen or so.”“You are a dark one! You’ve never told me about this before!”Jacqueline shuffled in embarrassment. “Well I told you it was before I was out. I was still in the closet and agonising about my sexuality. I just sort of ended up sleeping with the boyfriend because that’s what straight girls were expected to. We were hardly out of the car when mum asked: "So you're giving it all up?" What?" You worked at the law for three years and you're going to just throw it away!" I'm not sure I agree with you." I took a deep breath. "These [the flowers] are for you." Thank you. But you're not getting off that easily." Well, mum, let's go inside and sit down so I can find out what I've done, OK?"Rachel had remained silent, as had my dad, who was standing behind mum. We all trooped inside and Rachel walked over. As I approached the house it appeared as if there wasn’t anyone home, then I saw what appeared to be candlelight. I caught a glimpse of some-one passing one of the downstairs windows, and just as I climbed up the steps, the door opened.The candlelight behind her shone through her dress. A small breeze lifted the hem of her dress, showing her thighs. The sight was only adding to the sexual tension. Tracy stepped back into the house, walking down a narrow passageway. Closing the door I followed.