“Jeff likes obedient, pliant women.”
“So that’s why he called you about me?”
“Pretty much,” she replied, “it was all concern because a gay woman had mentioned his ex, I got that but I also needed to lay down the boundary between us.”
“Hey, that’s cool,” I shrugged.
“Good,” she kicked me gently, “because I had a great time tonight.”
That next six weeks were perhaps the most interesting and somewhat troubling I’d experienced in years. There was a part of me that felt as if I was fooling myself because Roenna had laid down the boundary and I was staying on my side of it but was I just hoping she’d change or had I come to some sort of acceptance? My gay friends certainly thought I was chasing rainbows and I found myself in the unusual position of defending her straight orientation and dug
