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Very simple. Take it in the comfort and security of your own home. You trust me, don’t you?”
    “Dunno why I should,” said Fiona, “this is all your fault.”
    “‘Implicitly’ was more the answer I was expecting.”
    “Hmm. All right, I’m ready for my close-up, Herr Freud.”
    “OK, shut your eyes.”
    “Ye-e-es.”
      “And think of Paul,” suggested Rosemary.
    “I’d really rather not, if you don’t mind.”
    “Any nice-looking man, then.”
    Not that she knew any. Johnny Depp, perhaps.
    “Right.”
    “He’s looking you in the eye and taking his clothes off.”
    “Yes. What now?”
    “Get rid of him. Now it’s Lynn. She’s looking you in the eye and taking her clothes off.”
    “Oh no!”
    “Why not?”
    “ I want to take them off. Oh my God, I so want to take them off!”
    Fiona’s eyes were still closed when she felt Rosemary put her mouth on hers, and her head filled with fluff. She sank into the kiss, relaxing into its sensuality and delight. It lasted a long time, but still not long enough. She came to as Rosemary gently distanced her, hands on her arms.
    “So now what do you think?” asked Rosemary, but Fiona just shook her head; “Was I right or what?”
    “I think you might well be right,” whispered Fiona, “even though I knew it was you, I went completely funny. It felt - ”
    “Right. Natural.”
    “Yes.”
    “Powerful, even. I’ll tell you, Fee, the way you held me, you were taking charge as if you were born to it.”
    “I’ve never felt like that. I want to feel like that again.”
    “And that was just in the way of a test-drive for your libido. Tell you what, girl, you need to get out there, and find out if it’s just instructor-worship, or if you really are a disgusting deviant whose awful practices could threaten the foundations of our society.”
    “I quite like the thought of being a deviant. Especially if I can wear a leather doublet.”
    “Only if you’re thinking of joining the bondage branch of the sisterhood, you fruity old tart.”
    Fiona guffawed, then her smile faded, and her face became thoughtful.
    “What shall I do, Rosie?” she asked, “After all, we could have got it wrong.”
    “Give it a try, my darling. Online dating. There must be loads of sites, not to mention ads in the lesbian mags. Even the Harford Evening Times has half a page of lonelyhearts, including a Women Seeking Women section.”
    “Oh, you’ve looked, then!”
    Rosemary’s mouth twitched.
    “Of course not, I just know. Actually, I find it quite interesting, the things people put about themselves. Women seem to be more honest, on the whole.”
    “I don’t get the Harford paper, but I guess I can buy it online,” said Fiona, moving across to her desk and opening her laptop.
    “Listen, Fee, there’s no way I’m trying to push you into anything. All I’m saying is, this might – just might – be one route. If you’d rather not, well, there are other things you could do to open up your horizons, and meet new people.”
    “Yes, charity work, book groups... not that there’s anything wrong with either, but – ooh, look at this one!”
    Fiona had found the paper, and after a few moments, the page.
    “ ‘Sincere butch woman, 40s, seeks feminine companion any age. Hobbies fell running, birdwatching, outdoor pursuits. Must like dogs.’ She sounds quite a girl. Not for me, though. But, honestly, I really do fancy giving the gay thing a whirl. I don’t have to carry on with it if it doesn’t work for me, do I?”     
    “Honestly, even if you end up with just a good friend or two, or entry into a new social circle, it would be lovely - you haven’t exactly got a network right now, have you?”
    “Sad but true. Jilly No-mates. Except for you, Rosie. I’m just so bad in company.”
    “You’ll have to work on that anyway, Fee. Social skills need practice. Although you seem pretty relaxed in my company now, which you weren’t at first; it won’t take long to