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It was my first time being in a wedding and although I was nervous about it, I was more nervous about staying at the bride’s future mother-in-law’s house. I would have stayed at a hotel, but the mother-in-law had insisted. I had never met her, but had heard she was a little intense. Despite my hesitation, I agreed since I lived out of town and was already paying an arm and a leg to get to the wedding. After grabbing dinner with my friend, she drove me to her future mother-in-law’s house and turned to me with an apologetic look on her face. “I’m sorry to do this, Anna. You know I would definitely let you stay at my place but my whole family is there and…well, just call me if you have any problems.” “Problems? Why would there be problems?” I asked worriedly. “Not problems, maybe that’s too strong of a word…she’ll be very welcoming, but, you know, she’s not the CEO of Appleby Enterprises for nothing. I’m in awe of her and wish I could be like her, but trust me, she’s very strong-willed.” “Is it just her? What happened to her husband?” “They got divorced about ten years ago…I think they’re on good terms, but he’s just not her cup of tea if you know what I mean.” I can be pretty clueless sometimes, so I just looked at her blankly. “What do you mean, cup of tea?” “Anna, really…” My friend said exasperatingly. “She, uh, bats for the other team.” When I still looked confused she exclaimed, “She’s a lesbian!” I blushed. “Ah, uh, I see. Well, no worries, I don’t care,” I fumbled over my words. It probably seemed like I wasn’t okay with homosexuality, but the truth was that I had recently come to terms with the fact that I was also gay, despite my strong determination to be straight. It had been a difficult past three years, and I wasn’t completely comfortable with it, but I had finally realized I couldn’t fight it anymore. “Anna, you’re not still freaked out by gay people, are you?” My friend asked accusingly. She knew I came from a conservative and religious family, and that, like them, I had been a little grossed out by homosexuality growing up. I was taught that it was a sinful and disgusting thing, and this had played no small part in my struggle to accept my own sexuality. However, I was definitely not against it now. “Oh no, Shelby, I’m cool with it. It just throws me off a little bit. But totally okay. What does she look like? Short hair and gym shorts?” I tried to joke. My friend gestured with a glimmer in her eye, “See for yourself!” “Aaa!” I exclaimed as I turned to see a figure just outside the car door. I opened it and met Ellen Tremaine face-to-face. She was definitely not what I had envisioned when I thought of a forty-year old lesbian. She had an angled jawline and intense, grey eyes that were bahis siteleri further illuminated by her long, dark blond hair. There was no question that she was beautiful, but the thing that got me was her presence. She just…even from that first look I could tell that I was encountering a strong, charismatic, and compelling woman. She seemed to radiate authority and gracefulness. “He-hello,” I stuttered as I stepped out of the car. “You must be Miss Tremaine.” She smiled at my nervousness. “I am, but you may call me Helen. It’s nice to meet you, Anna. Let me help you with your baggage.” She nodded to my friend, “Shelby. Did you get my message about the reception hall?” “Yes, I was just about to message you back.” The two of them started discussing the wedding while we grabbed my bags and walked to the front door. Shelby made plans to call the florist and gave me a hug goodbye before driving away down the long driveway. Helen led me inside and showed me up to my room. After setting my bags down with relief, I turned to her. “Thank you so much for letting me stay here. I really appreciate it, especially as it’s for such a long time.” “You’re very welcome,” Helen smiled at me. “I do have one or two ground rules I need followed, but we can discuss that over tea. Why don’t you freshen up and meet me downstairs in half an hour?” I was a little thrown by the “ground rules” part, but agreed, “Sure. Sounds good.” Twenty-five minutes later, I hesitantly entered the living room. It was a gorgeous house full of high wooden beams, luxuriantly soft carpet, and a pervading elegance that must have cost a fortune to create. I was almost as overwhelmed by the house as I was by the hostess. I was already feeling nervous about seeing her, and I hadn’t been there thirty minutes. I could tell this was going to be a dangerous week, especially because I knew she was gay. Usually my crushes were obviously straight and I didn’t feel any pressure to make a move, I just felt anguished that I liked them so much and they would never feel the same. This was frightening me, though. I tended to fall sparingly but very quickly and strongly for certain women and I could already tell this was another one. Of course, she would never be attracted to someone of my age and lack of confidence, but it was going to be painful for me to be in such close proximity to someone I was so attracted to. “Stop it, Anna,” I chided myself. “You don’t even know her. First of all, she’s probably dating someone. Second of all, she would never like you, and third of all, you probably aren’t even into her.” I knew the last one was untrue, but I could never resist giving denial a chance, as evidenced by my three-year refusal to accept my gayness. While I was canlı bahis siteleri struggling against my innate desires, Helen entered the living room without my hearing. Suddenly, I felt a hand tap my shoulder. “What are you thinking so seriously about?” She asked lightly. I jumped and then blushed, trying to ignore how my body had tingled when she touched me. “Oh, hi, sorry, I’m just thinking about…umm…my future.” “Your future, huh? Sounds like a complicated subject. Why don’t I make us some tea and you can tell me about it. What do you prefer, Earl Gray or herbal? Or would you like some espresso or coffee? “Umm, Earl Gray sounds great.” I wasn’t sure if she actually wanted me to talk about my future, so I sat there silently for a moment until I remembered my manners. “Oh, uh, can I help you with anything?” She looked at me and smiled, “No, you’re fine. Thank you, though. So, are you working at the moment?” “No, I’m actually in-between jobs. I hear you run Appleby Enterprises?” I tried to change the subject, hoping she would take the bait. I hated talking about my last job. “I do, but I’d love to hear more about you. Shelby tells me you were working at the Illinois State Capitol. Did you enjoy that?” “It was okay. Not for me. This is a beautiful house, did you decorate it yourself?” Helen poured boiling water into the mugs and then gazed at me inquisitively. “I have a funny feeling you’re trying to change the subject. Did you get fired?” I stuttered for a response, “Uh, no, I…I left. I had a…disagreement with my boss, and I couldn’t continue working there.” The truth was that I had been fired after my boss had tried to molest me and failed. I had a horrifying memory of being pinned down and groped at – helpless to escape, I had had the same sudden rush of fear as when I was six and the waves pulled me down in the ocean. But, the world’s not fair and the senator had fired me for leaking political secrets to lobbyists. Not true, but now my name was ruined in politics and my career was done. Technically I was fired, but that was bullshit so I told everyone I left. I definitely did not want to continue this conversation. “Anyway,” I continued, “I’m just looking forward to enjoying this vacation. What are some good places to visit around here?” She ignored my question again, and looked sternly at me. “You quit? Really?” This was starting to get on my nerves a little bit. “Yes, I quit. Can we talk about something else?” She raised her eyebrows at my tone. “The reason I ask is that Shelby told me you were fired. So, either Shelby was lying or you are.” “Fucking Shelby.” I muttered. “What was that?” She asked sharply. “I said, fucking Shelby!” I said more loudly. “I can’t believe she told you canlı bahis that and I can’t believe you brought it up. Yes, I lied, I was fired. So fucking what.” I normally wouldn’t have been that rude, but this was a very touchy subject for me, and I was tired. Helen didn’t say anything for a few long seconds, but instead looked at me like I was a naughty child. I met her gaze defiantly, but her gray-green eyes bored into mine, and finally I looked away feeling embarrassed. She picked up her mug and walked around the kitchen counter until she was sitting on the stool next to mine. “I’m not used to being spoken like that.” Her voice was quiet but steely. “Do you usually treat your hosts like that?” I felt a little cowed, but remembered how unfair my firing was made me angry again. “No, but I’m not usually questioned like I’m in an interrogation, either! I’m sorry, but I just want to talk about something else.” I looked away, and then looked back when she didn’t immediately respond. Her piercing eyes bored into mine. “Okay. We will come back to this later.” She took a sip of tea. “I think now is a good time to discuss the rules of my house. Number one, I need you to be home by twelve, or else the automatic security alarm will go off. Two, I don’t want any drugs in the house. “Three,” She paused to make sure I was paying attention, “You will respect me and my authority.” I looked down at the floor as she continued, “And four, I don’t want any guests without my permission. If you break any of these rules, there will be consequences.” Geez, I felt like a small child. “Uh, sure, I can do that. I would of course ask you about guests and I don’t do drugs.” That was a lie. “And I can be home by twelve, no problem.” “And number three? Respect me and my authority?” I wasn’t quite sure about that one, but I said, “Yeah. Sure.” We both drank our tea and I felt a little nervous with the silence that fell. I always talk about the worst things when I get nervous, and this was no exception. “So, what are the consequences? No TV, grounded for a week?” I laughed, attempting to be light-hearted. Her eyes met mine in an uncomfortable gaze for a moment, and then she simply said, “Let’s just hope you don’t have to find out.” I did not like the way she said that. The next day, I was busy helping my friend decorate for the wedding and after a long day we decided we deserved a drink at the bar. One beer led to a rum and coke, which led to a tequila shot, and before I knew it we were dancing and singing karaoke. I felt a little sick so I started to drink some water, and when I sobered up a little bit I suddenly remembered my new curfew. “Oh shit, shit, shit.” I glanced at my watch: 11:52. “Shit!” I exclaimed. “What’s up?” Shelby asked drunkenly. “I have to be home by 12! Shit! I completely forgot! Damn and neither of us can drive.” “Ahh it’s okay, she won’t care. It’s just a ten minute walk down Bridge Street. I’ll call Henry to pick me up, you walk home.

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