My doorbell rang. Fuck, I thought, it might be John, coming to pick me up for drinks. I threw on a robe and ran to the door. “You're early,” I sai... as I opened the door. My jaw dropped, it was not John standing there. Instead what stood in front of me was the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. I am about as straight as they come, but I can appreciate feminine beauty, and she was beautiful. “Sorry I'm early,” she laughed. I gawked at her. “Actually I was wondering if I could ask you for some. No, what was different was more of a qualitative thing. It was more in the eyes and the smiles than in any overt and obvious physical change. It was the way that their eyes, always the window to the soul as some guy in Stratford-on-Avon once said, twinkled and locked together at even the smallest of moments. It was the warmth and comfort in the little smiles shared as they shared a private joke or enjoyed seeing something interesting, funny or cute.All of these little signs tore at my. Of course, I couldn’t advance at once, because I didn’t know what to expect from her reaction. What would Rebecca think about it?! She had never said anything to make me believe that she liked girls. In fact she never really said much about guys either! I could swear that Rebecca was still a virgin. Well, what a deal?! I decided to dismiss any doubts and caution and began to undress. When I was removing my clothes, sweet Rebecca shifted her position. Her arm moved so that her hand was resting. Luckily great grandpa and grandpa were very much like his father and were sexually liberated. Which in great granpas day was rebellious to say the least. All had had happy and fulfilling lives together. It also seemed that the men always died first. Grandpa some ten years ago and of course his father five years ago. None of the women had ever re married. In the last couple of years before he died she and Danny’s father had been experimenting with their fantasies. They would drive to a town.