"But I thought you only went with women. I thought you were strictly a lesbian, Monica?" she said to me, as if very distressed.

"I suppose I am a lesbian, if I have to be labeled one thing or another. But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy men. It adds spice sometimes."

She opened her mouth very wide and looked at me. She shook her head.

"No, I don't believe it. I don't believe that you do this and you fuck men too. It doesn't seem… right. I don't know. I can't believe it."

"Well, you had better believe it, my dear. It's the truth. Certainly I've had more women than men and if someone forced me to choose I would probably choose women, but the fact is that nobody is forcing me to choose and I like it that way."

The girl sighed and looked the other way. I could see she was thinking. She had a perplexed look on her face. Then she glanced at me again and scowled.

"You mean that I'm not a lesbian after all? I didn't just discover my real true nature or anything like that? Is that what you're telling me?"

"Not necessarily, no. You might be a lesbian. It's quite possible. You certainly responded wholeheartedly. That has to be a sign of something. But I would not make any snap judgements based on that, okay? Do you see what I'm saying?"

It was almost comical the way the girl was disappointed. She had figured this night was a great revelation and would change her life forever. But that was a little too much responsibility to hang on my head so I tried to get that notion out of her head. And besides, I suppose you could say that there was a good deal of self-interest on my part, too. I preferred that she kept her lesbian activities centered around me. If she went off thinking she was a full-fledged dyke she would probably go to bed with every chick who looked at her crosseyed for even a moment, and I didn't want that. I wanted my gorgeous little conquest to be at least a little pure and pristine for me.