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    “Wave to Aunt Rebecca,” Sarah said softly to her daughter, who could barely keep her eyes open as they stood on the stoop and watched their neighbor saunter down the street. Sarah tried not to look at Rebecca’s ass, but it was a losing battle. It was always a losing battle. To Sarah, watching Rebecca was like watching living, breathing art. Her long limbs, her wavy brown hair, her graceful hands, her bow-shaped mouth, her warm hazel eyes…
    Rebecca waved back at them once she reached her own front door, then went inside. Sarah sighed and followed suit, Jessie’s now-sleeping form heavy in her arms. A glance at the clock told her she had roughly a half hour before the babysitter arrived to sit with Jessie while Sarah went to her teacher’s conference. She made her way to the baby’s room to deposit her in her crib. With Jeremy having dinner at his friend Eddie’s house and Jessie down for the count, Sarah found herself with some unusual—and much desired—alone time.
    Not wanting to waste one second, she headed straight for box number three of the packages MJ dropped off.
    “Just some books” wasn’t exactly the truth about the box’s contents. There was a book, yes. There were also a few DVDs. She didn’t like lying to Rebecca, but she just didn’t think there was any way she’d understand. Or, she’d understand way too well. Sarah wasn’t sure which would be worse.
    Simply having the thin packages in her hand sent a thrilling shiver up her spine. The Girl Sessions. Lesbian Love Volume 1. Afternoon Delight. The book was The Lesbian Sex Book . Looking down at her new treasure trove, the thrill shifted immediately to guilt and then to fear. She glanced around, paranoid that somebody would see, that anybody walking by the house would feel the negative energy of her shame emanating right through the walls.
    Inhale deeply.
    Exhale slowly .
    Sarah closed her eyes and talked herself back into calm. So what if somebody saw? She wasn’t doing anything wrong. Was she? She was curious. She was exploring. So what? Whose business was it?
    The fourth bedroom currently served as a home office—though if Skip had his way, it would harbor another baby in the near future—so Sarah grabbed the baby monitor and took her handful of contraband to the computer desk where she spread it out and just stared. The covers were racy. Which makes sense since they’re porn , she thought, shaking her head at herself. Women of all shapes, sizes, and colors adorned the plastic cases in various states of undress. She had no idea where to start.
    “What the hell am I doing?” she said quietly, though deep inside, she knew exactly what she was doing and why. She’d been struggling with—what? Curiosity? Unhappiness? Dissatisfaction? Feeling lost? Missing something? All of those clichés applied, and she’d tried for so long to compartmentalize, to put into a box the fact that she felt an overall restlessness in her life…tried to forget about it. She had so much. So, so much. Any woman would kill to have what she had: a handsome husband, beautiful children, a big house in an affluent section of the suburbs. She shopped when she wanted, bought what she wanted, went where she felt like going. To anybody looking in from the outside, her life was picture perfect.
    But—and there was that cliché again—something was missing. Something she couldn’t define. No, that wasn’t quite true. Something she didn’t want to define. The only time she felt whole, felt like herself, was when she was with Rebecca.
    She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started, but it scared the bejesus out of her. Still did, but not in the panicked, terrifying way it did in the beginning. It somehow settled in, simply became…fact. When she was with Rebecca, whether they were taking the kids someplace, at a social gathering, or alone in one of their houses like today, Sarah felt like she could breathe, like the world made sense, like she didn’t need