"Has it ever occurred to you that you might just be a late bloomer. Some girls mature in that way more quickly than others," Miss Richardson said.

"I thought that might be the case too for awhile – but there is a part of all of this that I haven't told you yet," Emmylou said.

"Tell me the whole story. I am not going to be able to help you if you keep secrets from me," Miss Richardson said. The tall blonde licked her lips.

"I do have sexual fantasies – quite often, as a matter of fact, but – but…" Emmylou stopped and her face turned as red as a beet.

"But they are not about boys," Miss Richardson said, completing the sentence for the little girl. Emmylou looked relieved and even managed to force a smile.

"That's right. I have sexy daydreams all the time – but they are always about other girls. Girls my own age. Younger girls. Old and older woman," Emmylou said.

"It isn't anything to be ashamed of. It just means that you are a lesbian. There are many of us around," Miss Richardson exclaimed slyly.

"Us?" Emmylou Mumm asked, tilting her head a little to one side. Miss Richardson was looking at her with a funny expression in her baby blue eyes. Miss Richardson was looking at Emmylou in a way no woman had ever looked at her before.

"Yes, Emmylou. I am a lesbian also. I remember when I was your age, or maybe a little younger, I was just as confused. I felt like a freak of nature," Miss Richardson said knowingly.

"Precisely. You are amazing. It's as if you can read my mind," Emmylou said. The little girl realized the counselor was looking at her lustfully.

"I suppose you must be a very horny young lady, Emmylou, not having had any sexual contact at such an advanced age," Miss Richardson said.

"You better believe it! There are some nights when I can't even get to sleep because the ache down there is so great. You know, in between my legs," Emmylou said.