"Now Mary, I want you to move to your sink, lean over it with your bottom facing your kitchen door and pull your robe up around your waist." She said,... "when you are in position tell me." I can't!" I exclaimed. "It would be bad enough for my husband to walk in to see me displaying my pussy and arse to the world, but if it were my son, I would be mortified." Take the risk Mary, you know I'm always right. Go on Mary do it for me." Anne said.I just couldn't refuse Anne's charms. I walked to the. She pushed her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean, enjoying the taste she'd hated just a few months ago. She squinted her eyes, trying to remember why she knew these houses, but couldn't. "Here we are," John announced, pulling the car into the driveway. Belle recognized it. "I live here..." she said slowly, the memories rising inside her. "With Roger." She was puzzled. Why was she with this John man and not Roger? He was her husband, after all. And he'd liked the new haircut... She. Escapism would be outlawed and imagination limited to footnotes and appendices. Every motive, every plot point, every aspect of the fictional world would be grounded in facts. Logic would rule the day and we could all buy Spock ears and ... oops! We could all buy Johnny von Neumann hats and pretend we're displaced Hungarians. Theory would be recognized as the new old fiction it is. Deniable Implausibility would be the watchword in literary circles, a dark, suspicious phrase with which to label. But it was a pause that only lasted long enough for Rachel to get in a few more words."Kelly, I wasn't laughing at you," she quickly said. "Believe me, that's the last thing that I'd ever do. Just give me a minute to explain and I'm sure you'll understand." You've got thirty seconds," a now angry Kelly said, pulling her arm away."Kelly," Rachel simply said, "I'm gay."Kelly froze in mid-motion. She looked at Rachel for a long moment, then sat back down without saying another word."That's why I.