Sandra got up and turned on the light. The bedding was reasonably displaced and her clothes were piled up next to the door. This had to be the WEIRDEST first date she had ever been on. She had engaged in sex, which was unusual for her first time out with someone. Her date was a very intelligent, very attractive woman with some very peculiar habits, huge self-image problems and a tendency to panic blindly when asked direct questions.

"Maybe I should just cut my losses and run?" she asked of herself, staring towards the bathroom door. "But the sex was fun, and she seems sweet enough." She noticed that Shannon...