“All men are. The “WE” had to have hit home. “And Tom found out?”
“Walked in on us,” Carol admitted. She snapped her fingers and held out one hand, I obediently handed her her panties. You!” I found myself mimicking her twisting of the glass and put it on the coffee table with a firm click. No, look it is not what you think, I like men, but sometimes I see a girl and I think, wow, I like that, I do not go prowling around looking for a willing girl.”
I hesitated but the wine was loosening my tongue. She took a long pull of wine and looked around the kitchen. “I need to get ready for all the I told you so’s from my mother.”
“Ah,” I said lamely, thinking of her mother and her disapproving snarky remarks at my expense, I did not need some softy southerner reminding me I was a miner’s brat, I had a husband who did that.
