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headlights aren’t stock. So, $100 would be just fine for the DMV to accept, and transfer of title won’t cost much since it is based on the value of the sale,” Hank explained.
     
    Daphne looked from the truck to him. “Why?” she asked with suspicion in her voice.
     
    “Well, it’s either sell it to you for a hundred, take it to a chop shop, or set fire to it out in the field. So, I’m giving you first dibs.”
     
    Her eyes softened. “You really hate it that much?”
     
    “Yes, Daphne, I do, but if you buy it, it’s clean again. It will be Daphne’s truck, and we both love Daphne,” Hank told her. “Why don’t you take it for a drive? Run up to the club with it. We’ll talk when you get back. See if you like her.”
     
    “I’ve never driven anything like her before,” Daphne confessed.
     
    “Take it a little easy, then. You know how to drive a stick, right?”
     
    “Yes, my car is a stick,” Daphne told him.
     
    “The keys are in it. See you back here in an hour or so,” Hank said.
     
    Daphne looked to Cyn, who gave her a nod.
     
    A few minutes later, Daphne had the truck backed onto the access road and was easing it up toward the street.
     
    By the time she reached the street, she looked like she was more comfortable. The truck wasn’t going to bite her. She signaled and made a left. She gave the truck a little gas and off she went.
     
    Back inside, Hank got them both a beer.
     
    Cyn asked, “So, what was that look and grin about?”
     
    Hank thought for a moment before answering, “Oh, that. Well, she’s a lesbian at heart. She’s been very needy these last few weeks, and fuck, who can blame her for that. I’d be clutching at any branch, too. And you’ve been sleeping next to her for all these weeks. Your compassion is well known, and your love for her as well. You were ready to slice motherfuckers up that one night for her. So, how far have you gone with her?”
     
    Cyn paused, looking out the window. “Scissors.” She teared up. “I’m sorry, Hank. It was just masturbating with her for a long time. And that was okay, because I’ve masturbated for boyfriends before. But … scissors is cheating. It’s fucking sex.” She looked at him. “Am I going to lose you?”
     
    “You feel like you’re a lesbian?”
     
    “No, not at all. And I’ve told her that several times. She told me that she’s going to go to counseling and seek a real lover — but she still needs me right now. I can’t go any further with her. I can’t. I’m just not wired that way. God, for her sake, after what she’s done for us, I wish I was. I’ve laid awake several nights asking, ‘Why not? Why can’t I love her like that?’ I got no answers. I’m just not .”
     
    “Then, no, you’re not going to lose me,” he told her.
     
    “Hank?” she asked, her voice ready for a confession. “I do … I do get off. I mean, my body orgasms. Scissors was a shock. I felt repelled and urged on at the same time. But even with all of that conflict going on, I climaxed. More than once.”
     
    “You wouldn’t be much of a comfort to her if you didn’t,” Hank pointed out, “and climax isn’t really a measuring stick. Even rape victims have admitted they climaxed, and I’m very certain they weren’t enjoying themselves. You have a responsive body, which I do enjoy exploring. I would be very surprised if you told me you didn’t get off. In fact, I would be sure you were lying.”
     
    She went to him, and he embraced her. She pressed the side of her face against his chest. “How did you know she was a lesbian?”
     
    “You said this morning that Derrick was her first male . Making the distinction that he was male suggested that her first lover was female.”
     
    “Ah, right,” she agreed.
     
    She sat on his lap on the couch and necked with him until they heard the hot rod truck coming down the road. She put her shirt back on and got her well-fondled ass outside to greet