I often spoke of my girlfriends to her and their sexual mishaps with lovers, but she may not have picked up that I was a lesbian, as most girls often ...alked about their girlfriends and are not lesbians. It was almost sunset, as I could see the sun coming through the window of this cozy place; I felt a comfortable warmness flowing through my veins.Just as I was about to get myself some libations, Francine, came out of the bathroom totally naked; she stood there like a goddess with her perfect. "Please, don't. Don't make me do that" I pleaded."Click", off went the light and fan again."Okay okay" I said.As I started to take my blouse off, more lights went on. It was two of those double fluorescent tube lights like everyone uses in their garage and stuff. The room was pretty lit-up now, and I could see a small mirror on one of the walls. For some reason I just knew it was one of those two way mirrors that you can see through. Just to make sure, I started to turn away from it, and my. Although my apartment was air conditioned,it was a hot afternoon, and I gratefully kicked off my shoes and peeledoff my stockings before I busied myself with putting away my newthings. When I was done, I pinned up my hair, put on my swimsuit andsandals, and headed out for the pool. It was deserted. I lowered myself into the water and began to swimlaps, exaggerating my strokes to make them appear more graceful. Thecool water felt wonderful against my shaved body, which slid throughthe water like. "How could you let them use her like that?"June stared hatefully up at him and Max for a moment and then slowly her face relaxed into a smug, satisfied smile. "Henry, dear, you're forgetting one thing," she murmured venomously. "Whatever horrible things we made your poor little wife do, she certainly did enjoy them."Henry did not even have to look back to the obscene tableau taking place in the two-way mirror to know that the mockingly smiling woman was speaking the harsh truth. No matter how.