I thought, ‘There’s that nice guy. Wonder if he’d do me.’” “You really thought that?” “I did. I was a slut.” I laughed aloud. “You... were never a slut.” “You just didn’t know. Anyway, you gave me the bourbon the day of the funeral.” “Before and after, if I recall.” “After. And, I thought, ‘Maybe he’s trying to get me drunk so I’ll fuck him.’ But, you weren’t. And then, when you said my name, it really became obvious you loved me.” “I don’t see how you could have determined that,” I argued. “I. I knew I was Lesbian since I was 12 years old and now I was 21 years old and I moved to Philly. I loved the city and it was great to have school there even if I had no friends or family there. I had a long relationship before moving to Philadelphia, we had to split cause she was cheating on me and I let her all the chance in the world. She dumped me saying she needed someone with a more dominant side. She was a fn bitch and she broke my heart but now I was all over that.This city and school had. It was vacation time and every year during the vacation time me and my family used to my Uncle’s place in Pune to say (Deepak was my Uncle’s Son) and then they used to come to our house to stay.Deep and myself were friendly with each other and used to share lots of things with each other being of the same age but we ever had any sexual feelings towards each other. Deepak was 5.10 feet tall and had a good body and similarly I was also fair, tall and had good assets as Deepak and his family had. So shameful…so utterly shameful, tempting me ceaselessly with cunning desire. It finds every excuse to be caressed as if I have no control over it! I am no more than a whore to my own depraved womanhood!’ ‘There is no shame in this Cecelia,’ Lydia had sworn, ‘That love is itself illicit and humiliating…should therefore such impassioned release be denied? It is well that you should be satisfied dear Cecelia, or fall into madness with desire!’ Lydia had stroked her Lady’s hair, her cheeks, her.