Obviously they were her lovers. Other men would sometimes smack her on the ass when she walked by and she would just chide them pretending not to like... it. There was also Mrs. Swan from accounting, a Chinese woman in her early forties; she was thin and well coifed but nothing out of the ordinary, yet she was always being taken out to lunch by guys and often coming back late with mussed hair. At a sales meeting the men started chanting for Kim the company’s only female sales agent to jump up. ”That had flashed through my mind. A married woman in a lesbian bar, not far from her home. She must be very secure. It also went through my mind that she may be fishing for a third to ‘spice up’ her marriage. She was obviously bisexual. I recalled several instances where her son, Theodore, had mentioned his father. So it was safe to presume an intact marriage.“No, I am hardly a prude, I laughed, “Just your run of the mill single lesbian woman,” hoping I had put a stamp on my statement. No men.. I was about 14 when I began to suspectI might be a lesbian; I didn't fancy boys as much as I fancied the women aroundme in school or in the small town I lived in, I had a long term crush on thewoman, Angela, who lived over the road from us, she was about twice my agebut every time I saw her I'd get little butterflies in my stomach. As I gotolder I began to play with myself while fantasizing about being in bed withher. By the time I was approaching 16 I knew I was a lesbian, but in the smalltown. ” I said as I put down the Rolling Rock then pulled the Jeager out of my pocket. “Oh, god! I can’t drink Jeager anymore, it makes me too sick.”“Okay then fine, I guess you can have some beer” I said as I opened the Jeager and took a swig. “Good, but let’s wait on the booze until after we’ve ran through the scene a couple of times.” She said taking the Jeager right out from my hand putting the cap back on and setting it down next to the beer. We practiced the scene, which is a difficult scene.