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to question who she was or where she was in her life. Like everything was going to be okay.
    She didn’t examine it. She didn’t roll it around. She simply accepted it. Which, if she was honest with herself, was the same as complete avoidance of the subject. Just accept it without discussion or thought or wonder. Simple acceptance was the easiest, least disturbing route.
    Until about a month ago. She’d been watching a drama on television, one she watched weekly, despite the fact that it didn’t always hold her interest. Skip snored on the couch next to her, the kids were in bed. Sarah alternated between the flat screen of the TV and the Better Homes magazine in her hand, flipping pages and then glimpsing up. Finishing an article on choosing the right color for your kitchen, she glanced up at the television just in time to see the very attractive Hispanic actress kiss the equally attractive blonde actress full on the mouth.
    Sarah’s own mouth went dry and it felt like her heart completely stopped. Not to mention the rush of wetness that hit her panties in a flash. In that moment, simultaneously, things became crystal clear, and Sarah felt like the stupidest woman on the planet. How could she not have seen it? How could she possibly not realize her now obvious attraction to women, to Rebecca? No wonder she counted the hours, the minutes, until they were in the same room together. Sarah was a smart woman, a college-educated, American female. How could she be such an idiot?
    And what the hell was she going to do about it?
    What could she do about it?
    She’d looked over at her sleeping husband, his tousled sandy hair, the rough stubble on his face. He was a good man. He was a terrific father and a gentle, loving partner. They had a nice life together. The thought of disrupting all of it made her stomach roil, especially since she still didn’t quite understand the implications.
    Was she a lesbian? Was that possible?
    Maybe she was bisexual. Could be. She liked that idea a little bit better. It seemed safer.
    Maybe it was only Rebecca. Maybe she had some weird vibe that sang only to Sarah. That was possible, wasn’t it? It was certainly the safest of all the choices. Yeah, she liked that one. It was only Rebecca. Somehow.
    Sarah had picked up the remote and used the nifty rewind button the cable company so thoughtfully added to their features. Then she watched the kiss over again.
    And over.
    And over.
    And over, sending surreptitious glances Skip’s way to make sure he remained asleep.
    Since that day, Sarah’s every waking thought was filled with women. She looked at every female she encountered throughout the day and wondered about her. Did MJ think the way Sarah did? Was the cashier at the grocery store curious too? Could her yoga instructor feel Sarah looking at her neck, her mouth, her hands, her cleavage? Did Rebecca know? Did she ever think about the things Sarah thought of? Did she ever think of Sarah that way? If she did, she would have said something, wouldn’t she? Unless, of course, she was as freaked out as Sarah. Then she’d be suffering in silence too. Just like Sarah. And suffering was exactly what she was doing.
    Sarah roughly scrubbed a hand over her face. She could go around and around for hours, for days, like this. Hell, she did . It was no fun. With a groan borne of frustration, she slit the plastic wrap on Afternoon Delight . She decided to start there because, of the three covers, the women on this one were the most attractive to her. She popped the DVD into the computer, clicked the appropriate buttons, and waited for the action to begin.
    It didn’t take long, and Sarah thought her head might explode.
    The acting was subpar and the plot was as bare bones as it could get, but the two leads were very attractive, very feminine, one blonde, one brunette, playing—of all things— neighbors .
    “Jesus Christ. It figures,” Sarah said aloud, quietly.
    They were in a dining room and the blonde