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I was wired for sound, so I cut you off before you said anything incriminating. That's also why I was rubbing my shirt, so that the microphone would pick up background noise, making our conversation even more unclear to the other officers."

I didn't know what to say, but I heard myself ask, "Why did you do that for me, Trish?"

She hesitated before replying, taking a couple of sips of her coffee. "This is good," she said. I didn't say anything.

Finally, she said, "I've been doing my best to be a good police officer. I enforce the laws as fairly as I can, I try to be helpful to the citizens, but I just could not see how I could help a woman get arrested for being sexual. Before I go further, I want you to tell me why you wanted a prostitute."

Now it was my turn to hesitate. Finally, I said, "I've been getting such strong urges to be with a woman, sexually. I had an experience a few weeks ago, and it was the most wonderful of my life. I hoped it was all over, but it kept building up stronger, and stronger. It was almost as though someone else drove down to pick up a prostitute, and I was helpless to stop it. No, that's not right, I didn't WANT to stop it. Is that evil?:

Trish laughed, and said, "If it is, I'm burning in hell for sure." I looked at her quizzically. "Jesse, I don't want to see a woman suffer for having sexual urges. Men, I couldn't care less," she finished.

I just stared at her. "You mean you're a..."

"...lesbian? You bet!" She responded enthusiastically. "Though they don't know that on the force. They wouldn't fire me or anything, but it would make life harder for me if I came out, right now." Trish looked at me again, with those searching eyes. "And you?"

I didn't turn away this time. "I don't know for sure," I said. "I think I might be."

Trish took my hand. "It's hard. And it doesn't get easier."

That burst a dam inside of me. All these weeks of not being able to tell anyone, of hiding my feelings from Robert, of just not knowing, or perhaps, not admitting. I burst into tears. The next thing I knew, I was in Trish's arms, and crying my heart out. She held me and let me vent, gently patting my back. Eventually I ran down, and then she just held me, as I became aware of her again. I could smell her perfume, and feel the warmth of her cheek against mine. I could feel the smooth texture of her tee shirt under my hands, and the absence of a bra strap. I could hear, and feel, her heartbeat, from her chest into mine.

I became aware of her breasts pushing against mine. I felt her nipples harden, and push into my breasts. I felt my nipples respond, and push back. I became conscious of the small movements we made against each other, at first just to ease an uncomfortable joint, or a pressure point, but then it became awareness of her body, and how each part related to me and my body.

Something changed, then. I pulled away from her cheek, and gave her a light kiss there in thanks for her being there. She looked into my eyes with those unending depths of blue, and her lips came to mine. She gently caressed me with the softness of her full lips, and I responded. I pressed my breasts against hers, and she moved her arms further around my back, to take me deeper into her soul, and her heart.

The room felt distinctly hotter, and I felt a flush in my upper body. I opened my mouth slightly, my lips barely touching, and I felt the first, tentative touch of her tongue against my lips. I answered Trish's unspoken question, by opening my lips further, and allowing her entry. Her tongue seemed to flow into me, like a wave of honey, and my own tongue rose up to greet her. We shared our essence then, for minutes that seemed like days, years even.

Trish put her hands on my shoulders, then pushed me back, away from her.

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