I turned to my mother. “I’m sorry. I was just telling Col what we were eating. We don’t really stop to think what language we are using. I wasn�...��t being rude.”My mother nodded and the incident passed, but I could see Col was very uncomfortable.The conversation around the supper table was strained and desultory, stretching across long, agonised silences broken mostly by my mother asking about how our days had gone. I could feel my father’s baleful eye on me all the time and with the question. We head down the path which leads us closer to the river. There is a nice sandy little beach area where we find a place to sit. I lay out a blanket and take my clothes off. No since in sitting in the sun and having funky tan lines. :) we sit and have lunch in our swimming suits. We are having a nice conversation getting to know each other better. After lunch we take a short swim in the river. We get out to dry off. I lay down on the blanket and look up at you. You are looking down on me with. It suddenly gave way and squirted cold water all over Alessandra, drenching her uniform. She squealed and stood upright to get out of the cascade of cold water, pressing her back against Jessica's ‘waiting’ breasts as she did so."Oh you poor thing... You're soaked," I said sympathetically. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."Without waiting for her response, I reached up and began undoing her buttons, then pushed the wet blouse off her shoulders. Her flimsy white cotton bra was almost. She said she talked to some gay friends andthey said, let me make sure I say it right, they said that coming outdefines you. That's how she put it." That is the perception. I don't agree with generalizations. It mighthave been innocuous and it might have been problematic. Your sister knowsher family best and, given her background as a therapist, I assume sheerred on the side of caution. I can certainly understand that. I toldyou how concerned I am about telling my own children that I am.