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    The Lost Word – Chapter 9

    The very astute woman narrowed her eyes at her husband. "It’s so obvious that you’ve been looking, standing here getting cozy by the fire." She grabbed his arm and pulled him several feet away from the blaze, closer to the water, worried that he would make a scene. "Leonard, we survived something that rarely anyone else does! It’s really made me take stock of my life and the recent changes that have taken place."

    Leonard perked up at the sound of that. Maybe she’d finally come to her senses.

    "I should have told you long before now that I’m a lesbian. I have been lying to myself for so long. And to our children." Phyllis glanced at him, "Oh, and to you."

    The man’s jaw dropped. "Phyllis, how many times do we have to go through this? You can’t just wake up one day and decide you’re a lesbian!"

    About that time a Latina woman walked up to them asking for something silly like water and Phyllis only remembered throwing the satchel at her before she turned her attention back to her husband. "That’s exactly it! I didn’t just decide. I think I’ve always been a lesbian and I’m only seeing it, really seeing it for the first time. When we get back home, I want a divorce!" She was positively glowing by now. Having been near to something familiar and having cleared her mind and shed the old skin of hetero life, she felt like a new person. The kind of person that Charlene might really enjoy. Phyllis could only hope. Now where is that sexy doctor…

    Eva “Papi” Torres

    Jenny seemed so eager to help and Jodi simply had to have something done about her injury. The problem was, Papi wasn’t so sure she could do it. The motivation was, though, that she had to do it. When times got tough for Xena she thought of Gabrielle and their bond together gave her the strength to pull off miracles. I got this.

    Papi started to imagine the look in a woman’s eyes right after she’d given her the most amazing night of her life and suddenly felt much better. She imagined the way a soft light shines off a woman’s hip and follows the curves upward from there, the light twinkling off the sheen of perspiration. Oh yeah, I got this.

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