" I said I was." I said I was. "Angela," I said, hesitantly. She gave me her full attention with her green eyes. "Can I ask you a question?" She said nothing in a way that was an assent. "Are you... erm, do you prefer... other women?" I croaked out, redenning. "You mean, 'Am I a Lesbian'? What made you ask that," she said in an even tone, giving nothing away. "Well, the questions you asked at the interview, and, the... picture over there...", I indicated, and ground into an embarassed silence. "I'm sorry, " I began, "I shouldn't..." "Yes, " she said, cutting me short. "I am a Lesbian. Women turn me on, I love women. I don't hate men, just prefer women. By a good margin." She looked me steadily in the eyes, I guess I gaped back at her. There was a silence built of cast iron. Chapter 4 "I'm not going to jump on you," she said finally, with her calm smile; I laughed nervously. "Look, do you want to go? " she asked, in a way indicating she would understand, wouldn't be offended. "No, No," I insisted, "I just wanted to know." The silence grew out again, my hand fidgeted in my lap. "Wow, you look stressed out!" she exclaimed with a laugh. I smiled nervously up at her. "Since you're staying, would you like something a bit stronger than tea to calm you down? Bacardi, Martini. |