Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Sally and Helen had been friends for the last six months. Helen was a little older than
Sally, who was twenty-four. Helen had never told her but Sally guessed her age at about
twenty-seven.
They had met, of all places, in a supermarket. Sally hadn't been watching where she
was going and had rammed Helen's basket with her own. A watermelon fell from
Sally's basket and broke open on the floor. There was a lot of scurrying around, trying
to mop up melon juice, then both women broke out laughing.
The two women were immediately attracted to one another. Addresses were swapped
and they began to see one another fairly regularly, although Sally realized, as she drove
over to Helen's place, she hadn't seen the other woman for about a month. She'd been
too caught up in her marital problems, too lost and miserable to feel like going
anywhere.
She was a little in awe of Helen. There were things about the other woman she couldn't
figure out, and other things she didn't even want to figure out.
For instance, Helen and men. Helen wasn't married, and as far as Sally knew, didn't
have any regular boyfriends. At least Sally had never met any, and Helen never talked
about them. Yet, an air of deep sexuality emanated from Helen. She certainly didn't
look either frustrated or frigid. From time to time she made cryptic allusions to her sex
life. Sally had the impression her friend was into some pretty kinky things. She never
pressed the point, and neither did Helen.
She arrived at Helen's house and parked in the drive. Helen met her at the door,
dressed in a long robe. "Hi!" she said. "I was out in the back yard, soaking up some
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