No one notices how stiff I am, or how upset I look. ‘What are you going to do?’ I ask him, trying to buy time. Time. Anything to steal a moment. A...waiter walks past with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, ignoring me as though I do not exist. ‘I am going to kill you.’ He says as we push out of the doors, and into a small hallway. I feel my eyes go blurry as tears fill over the brims. In moments, there is cool air on my face, cold air where the tears streaked, and finally the lump in my throat deflates. She said Tim showed up at her work this afternoon. I said oh so you are going to have sex with him. She said no, I already had sex with him. I said he fucked you at work? She giggled and said yes he came by the office at lunch time and I was the only one there so we fucked. I thought you had to answer the phones I asked. She said Oh we fucked at my desk and I continued to answer the phones while he is as fucking me. How I asked. She said I flipped up my skirt in back and pulled my pantyhose. . Oh, Janet ... So much has happened. I felt a connection with you when you walked into the office that first day. I never imagined you’d turn me into a lesbian.”“I didn’t. I can’t. The most I can do is to help you discover what’s already in you. We all fall on a spectrum -- a rainbow with purely straight and purely gay at the ends. Most of us are somewhere in the middle. I’ve made love with men, but I prefer women. I have a good friend who’s more-or-less happily married, but we get together. Maybe the two cocktails she had loosened her up a little. During the meal every now and then she would say something that Fred didn’t agree with. When he raised his voice a little he could see that she back down from her opinion and tended to moderate her opinion to where she was almost in agreement with his opinion. Fred noticed this reaction in her and thought that maybe he could use this approach later tonight.The most interesting part of their conversation was when he asked her, “As a.