John arrived home a few days later. I found out he’d gone for an interview for a job in the next county. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other as soon as he arrived. One afternoon, we were getting things ready for a family BBQ when she approached me.
“Doing anything later?” she asked.
“No,” I said. I still had trouble looking at her. Every time I did, I’d feel a flush of embarrassment stain my cheeks.
“Feel like putting on a show?”
“What do you mean?”
“I think John would like to see us together, you know, how we were the other night.”
“Oh, I couldn’t,” I said.
“Why not?”
“I…er…I’ve never, never been naked in front of a man. I’m a lesbian.”
“So? Just pretend he’s not there,” she said.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” She peered at me, her gaze boring into me as though daring
