“Sure,” she says. She closes the door and follows me. I get a bit nervous and hope she doesn’t notice it as I start the car and drive to the place to be.

Ten minutes later, I’m standing in front of Alice’s house. We’re a bit late because of a lot of red lights and there are cars parked as far as I can see. She sure has invited a lot of people.

“If you wait here, I’ll find a parking spot,” I tell her. She nods and gets out. I can’t help but to look at her ass as she does. Jesus, Maria and Joseph. I have to stop myself from licking my lips. Straight, Kennard. Straights as an arrow, the already familiar voice in my head tells me. But another voice bumps in. Good Lord, have you seen that ass?

I shake my head and head off to find a good parking spot. Around the corner there is space enough and I head back as fast as I can. If Bette was my date, I would be so proud. But she isn’t. You know why? Because You. Are. Straight. And so is she. The other voice comes in again. Who says she’s straight? I’m getting a conversation in my head. She hangs out with a bunch of dykes all the time, she would have told by now! I see her standing, her back to me. I get a mighty view of her ass again. What if she’s not sure yet? I go up to her and smile. It doesn’t matter. You. Are. Straight. Why do I have to convince myself?

“Hi,” I say, tapping her shoulder. She jumps up a bit, turns around and flashes that smile again.

“Third time you scare me I want a treat,” she says.

I can’t stop myself, it’s out there before I know it. “What kind of treat did you have in mind?”

“Any kind you want,” she answers me in a mysterious tone. Why am I so glad I’m outside so I have some fresh air? I gather myself. “Let’s go inside.”

She nods and we go up to the doorstep. I ring the bell and Alice opens the door. It looks like she has had a few drinks already because she’s bouncing even more than normally.