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again, did Gene have in mind? "Take off your coat, honey," Gene told his lovely companion, as he shed
his leather jacket. "And make yourself right at home." While Fern removed her coat, revealing a delicate
willowy figure, Sara had to bit her tongue to keep from saying something caustic to her hateful
brother-in-law. How dare he act as if this were his home instead of his brother's! Her tension etched in
her face, the nervous young wife perched on the edge of a chair, waiting for them to make the first move,
to offer some clue as to what was in store now that the moment she had dreaded had finally arrived.
Her green eyes darted to Fern again and the beautiful blonde smiled sympathetically, lowering her
slender form onto the sofa with feline grace. "You seem uncomfortable about all this, Sarah," she said in
her soft-spoken voice. "Please don't be," she urged, her liquid brown eyes reflecting concern. "Gene
here has explained everything to me and believe me, dear, I understand perfectly."
Sarah gasped, her incredulous gaze shifting to her brother-in-law. Gene looked back at her with a smug
expression on his thin face, obviously enjoying her discomfort. "He did?" she asked in a high-pitched
voice. What right did Gene have telling anyone else about the photos? He shouldn't have said anything
about them to anyone. Sarah had thought he understood that. Especially when she was going along with
him, doing everything he wanted her to do in order to keep him silent! Fern nodded, her face softening.
"You mustn't be embarrassed by any of this, my dear," she assured. "After all, it's perfectly
understandable that you should be sexually frustrated after living with an impotent man for such a long
time."
Sarah's jade eyes widened as they slid back to Gene. "Mike ... impotent?" she echoed, glaring at her
brother-in-law. "You mean you told her that?" she demanded in a shocked tone.
"How else could I explain the fact that you're so hard up for sex?" Gene asked in an innocent voice, his
eyes mocking. His challenging gaze seemed to be asking a silent question. Would you rather I tell her the
ugly truth, dear sister-in-law? That I'm MAKING you do all this because of some dirty pictures you
posed for?
"It's all right, Sarah," Fern said, misinterpreting the dark-haired girl's reaction. "I know exactly how you
must feel. Just as I understand your natural curiosity about a homosexual experience. I felt the same way
once. Before I converted to lesbianism." Sarah felt as if she were on an elevator that had just plummeted
from the penthouse to the lobby in record time. Her stomach lurched at the impact of the young woman's
words. Fern was a lesbian! And Gene expected Sarah to have sex with her! The thought of having
anything to do with another woman made the shocked brunette's cheeks flame and her stomach churn
with nausea.
Noting her hostess' flaming face, Fern smiled reassuringly. "It's going to be all right, Sarah," she assured.
"I'll make certain of that!" Sarah listened incredulously as the fine-featured blonde explained how Gene,
knowing that Fern was a lesbian, told her all about his frustrated and curious sister-in-law, showing Fern
the wedding photo he carried in his wallet. Impressed by Sarah's sultry beauty, Fern eagerly offered her
services.
"You're about to cross the threshold leading to a new and beautiful experience, Sarah," Fern concluded.
"After today, you may not be troubled by your husband's inability to have sex with you." She gave Sarah
a warm admiring look, her brown eyes settling on the voluminous breasts rising so proudly under her
sweater. "Like me, you may prefer women instead."
Sarah's hand flew to her mouth. "I ... I don't know ..."
"Don't worry," Fern interrupted, silencing her with her slender hands. "You don't have to make any
decisions today. And I won't pressure you either. But if you do decide that you want to see me again,
Sarah, Gene has my telephone number." She smiled warmly. "I work as a cocktail waitress from six until
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