” He grins mischievously. “What is going on here, then?” I ask him earnestly. He circles around me and places his hands on my shoulders. I tense...underneath his touch, fully aware that he is invading my personal space. “Well, you see Anne. I am perfectly aware that your paper was not plagiarized. However, you have caused other problems.” His hands began to move in an effort to release the tension in my shoulders. “I have seen the way you look at me, the lingering looks, I’d be stupid not to. I still vividly remember when we came back a couple of days earlier after our holidays when we were 13. He came in excited and asked me to shut the door of the room we shared. He then opened his box like a boy possessed and asked me to shut my eyes and then open. When I opened my jaws dropped-it was my first sight of a sex album. |He had apparently nicked it from his cousin but was not too keen to go into the details. We had by then started to discuss daily about girls, sex, blue films,. You know you’re going to be the center of attention?”“I already am. Look at them over there.” I said, pointing to a group of girls all staring at us.“They’re just jealous, Sue. You’re hot!”“Is that a proposition, Brenda?”“If I were into that you’d be the first one I’d ask.”“You’ve never been with another girl?”“You mean like, have sex?”“Yeah.”“No. Have you?”“Sure. You don’t know what you’re missing.”“I can’t believe it. Our star player is a lesbian.”“No, I’m not. I prefer guys; it’s just that. I'm so completely confident and comfortable with my sexuality that I refuse to compartmentalize it, lie about it, or be ashamed of it. I'm free from society's pressure to conform and that is a joy most people will never experience. To most people in a sexually-repressed society, being unashamed of your sexuality translates to being a perv and trying to convince people that you never have any sexual thoughts whatsoever is considered normal. That's insane. Anyone who knows me knows that I will.