”“Oh my God! What the hell are you dragging me into?”“Chill Sarah! We’re only going for a quiet drink and a look see. We’ve only ever been... in the one gay bar. I thought it would be interesting to see a couple of others. Give us a bit of perspective and all that.”“Oh so all this mad scheme is just in the name of academic research is it; mere sociological investigation? The fact that you’re tarted up to the max with your best dress on has got bugger all to do with this impartial inquiry I. She arrived a little late but hoped that Mrs. Marsdale was sufficiently flexible to tolerate tardiness.Nina Marsdale stood framed in the doorway in answer to the doorbell, a radiant smile on her lips, her beautiful, oriental eyes accented, tastefully, dominated a doll-like face. The Chinese woman was much shorter than Alyce, perfectly proportioned and she stood with the animal grace of the exotic dancer she was before marrying Clay Marsdale. She moved toward Alyce to an inner rhythm of her own,. Clare was looking at a note that was on the windsheld, then she read out loud, "Clare, my loving daughter, if you look in the right place, you will find the keys to your very own car, love you all ways dad."Clare opened the car door and started looking all around in the car, then under the car, then she pulled the lever marked trunk, that was just inside the door next to the driver's seat and door, then when she looked in the trunk, she let a squeal, "I found the keys baby!" Good, sexy, I'm. Patty told me once she may have given birth to me but she didn’t consider herself to be my mother. Consequently, on the very rare occasions when my mother would come to visit my grandmother; she’d just say “Hi.” to me. That was extent of our interactions until I reached sixteen and started to mature. That’s when Patty seemed to notice me and she started paying attention to me.But it wasn‘t the kind of attention a mother pays to her teenage son. It was more like a big sister fooling around with.