As we were leaving the station, Sophie put her hand in mine and said"My housemate's away and I've got the place to myself. Come on."We walked to Soph...ie's house, which was not far away. As the door closed behind us, Sophie threw herself against me and we again kissed passionately."Upstairs, now" she breathed, taking my hand and leading me to the staircase. The sight of her bum in those tight shorts was too much, and I leant forward and kissed it. Sophie murmoured and pushed it back against. I liked the thought of either and would get excited dreaming of what I would do. I met this young man about a year ago and we have chatted and told each other some things we would love to try. I was honest with him and told him I had never been with another man but have dreamed about it to the point that it was consuming most of my thought process. I am married and work at home so it is hard for me to get away or have someone over. We had discussed where he worked and he had invited me to drop. You can be sure our fraud squad will deal with it appropriately.”“I’m sure, Chief Constable. I hope you enjoyed your recent holiday?”“I don’t think you”re calling to ask about my social and private life are you?”“Oh, but I am. You see we have reason to believe that your trip to the Maldives was paid for by Liz Prosser and that you travelled together.”This was met with silence and I let the question hang, surprised she didn’t ring off.“You’re a lesbian, Ms Curzon?”“Is that relevant?”“It might. ‘What – what happened? What’s the matter, darling?’ she cried, taking me in her arms. ‘It’s all right, Mrs Foster – he’s just had a bit of a bang, that’s all. Nasty tackle, but nothing much wrong with him that a day in bed won’t cure!’ Smithy said cheerfully. My mother looked at me doubtfully, stroking my face, then together they helped me hobble into the house – my mother’s arm was around my waist, trying to support me, and I found myself staring down at the ample cleavage she was.