Chapter 619 Lesbian Leanings:>Ep2

• Stephanie snickered. "Do you have any idea how arrogant that sounds?" She paused, then added, "But I agree with you. We do—or did—look like female deities. We were so beautiful, so casual, so carefree—" she cast a glance at Stephanie—"and, yes, all right, pure."
• Toni had been thinking, while her childhood friends, all grown up and still lovely, if not quite as fetching as they'd been a decade ago, participated in the conversation that she'd started, and she wondered, now, whether she dared to bring up the infatuation she'd felt for them then, her "lesbian leanings," as she'd characterized her thoughts and feelings during the week they'd spent together, naked on Lone Mountain. She wondered whether, if she adopted the right tone, part-nostalgic, part-confessional, part-gentle-chastising, she could mention her lust for her friends without losing their respect or affection.
• Maybe it was best not to go there, she told herself. Those thoughts and feelings were of the past. There was no need to dredge them up and lay them out, naked and writhing, before friends who'd probably never shared similar ideas or emotions, who'd never wanted to kiss and caress her, to explore her body with their hands and their tongues, to taste her sex, and to make love to her the way that "normal" women made love only to men. Her sharing of her predilections for same-sex sex might not be understood; they might be seen as abhorrent; they might be regarded as abnormal, as abominations. Her disclosure of her deepest, secret thoughts and fantasies might cost her the friendship of her dearest friends.