They got back the next Sunday afternoon and Kay came over as soon as she unpacked and had supper. We greeted each other with hugs and I was becoming very aware of her body against mine. Maybe it was because of all the lesbian books and stories I'd been reading but for the first time I found myself really enjoying it without feeling strange or guilty. It was around this time I started thinking that maybe I was a lesbian, at that time the words gay and bisexual didn’t have any real meaning to me. I found myself wondering how Kay felt. I mean really wondering, I was almost obsessing...