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3

"We need to talk," Annie accosted the Reverend Eric Camden the
moment he walked through the back door. Annie was dicing carrots, and
the smell of roast wafted into her husband's nostrils.
"Okay," he stopped immediately. The concern in his wife's
face and voice had caught his complete attention.
"It's Simon," Annie shivered as she spoke.
"Did something happen? Is he all right?" Eric looked out
into the house, half expecting to run upstairs to his middle son's
room and find him deathly ill.
"Yes, something did happen, and no, he's not all right."
"What's wrong?" Eric was suddenly very scared.
"I .." Annie stopped herself and shook her head. When she
resumed speaking, she was fighting back tears. "I walked in on him
and Deena before .. just a little while ago."
"Annie .." Eric eased up and smiled.
"Don't patronize me, Eric," Annie snapped when she saw his
condescending smirk. "This is not what you think. This is not
necking. This was a lot more .. serious."
"Serious?"
"Yes," Annie reached under the kitchen counter and withdrew
the brown paper bag containing the magazine. "SERIOUS." She handed
the bag to Eric and then looked away while he slid the magazine out.
Eric quickly riffled through the full color display of
perversity. "I see .." was all he could say as he tore his eyes off
the riveting pictures. "This is serious."
"There's more," Annie hacked at the carrots as she talked,
lopping the hard, oblong stalks into bite sized sections.
"More?" Eric couldn't help but skim some of the photos in his
peripheral vision.
"They were doing more than just looking at the magazine," she
told him. "They were .. Matt was .. it was .. SERIOUS!" she finally
managed.
"Oh, serious .." Eric shook his head, confused at the
ambiguity until an epiphany clicked in his head. "You don't mean
serious SERIOUS, do you ..?" he asked.
"Yep," Annie answered. "Very serious SERIOUS!"
"THE serious SERIOUS?!"
"You got it, partner," Annie replied.
"Simon?" Eric shook his head in disbelief.
"Yes, Simon," Annie nodded. "And Deena."
"Serious SERIOUS?" Eric still couldn't bring himself to say
the words. Not that there were any words.
"They were up in his room with the door closed."
"And where was Mary?" Eric suddenly demanded. "She knows the
rules .."
"Mary was with Ruthie at Pee-Wee practice," Annie explained.
"Oh," Eric nodded. "But what about Lucy then?"
"She was downstairs doing the laundry like she was supposed
to. This isn't anyone's fault but Simon's."
"And you're talking serious SERIOUS?" Eric still couldn't
believe it.
"Yes, Eric, serious SERIOUS!" Annie was getting perturbed at
her husband now. "He's up in his room waiting for you."
"Did you talk to him?"
"I can't even bear to look at him," Annie turned away from
Eric and returned to dicing her carrots.
"I see." Eric had never seen his wife this upset at one of
their children. Just knowing what had happened was bad enough.
Having witnessed the activity must have been much worse, especially
for a woman, a mother. "I'll have a talk with him."
Eric slid the magazine back in the brown paper bag, left the
kitchen and went upstairs. Mary came out of his room holding one of
his vests. He cocked his eyebrow.
"Hi, dad," Mary smiled and held up his vest. "Can I borrow
this for tonight?"
"Why do you need one of my vests?"
"I'm going to a coffee house with Shawna," Mary explained. "I
don't want to look like a high school kid."
"What's wrong with looking like a high school kid?" Eric
asked, actually thankful for the distraction. He wasn't looking
forward to his little talk with Simon.
"It's not that kind of crowd," Mary shrugged her shoulders.
"It's kind of a college place."
"Maybe we should talk to your mother about this."
"Dad, come one. It's a coffeehouse. I'm going with Shawna.
And there's no guys there."
"No guys?" Eric was skeptical. "What's the point of that?"
"Man, dad, that's not too chauvinistic?"
Eric was startled at her reaction and choice of words.
"Listen, women don't always need men around, okay ..?" Mary
continued. "Our lives are not defined by men. We have thoughts and
feelings and .."
"I get it," Eric raised his hands in defeat, still clutching
the bag with the magazine. "I didn't mean to sound that way.
Honestly. I guess you really are growing up."
"What's in the bag?" she asked.
"That's none of your concern," Eric answered.
Mary remembered seeing her mother holding the same bag a short
while ago after she'd caught Simon and Deena. * It's time to test my
theory, * she thought to herself. "So I can borrow your vest?"
"Um," Eric was looking at Simon's door and seemed very
distracted. "Sure. Take the vest," Eric smiled back at his eldest
daughter.
"Thanks," Mary hugged her father, then went back into her
room.
* Now for the hard one, * Eric Camden thought as he rapped on
Simon's door. "Simon?" he asked, not sure whether to come off as
concerned or enraged. There was no answer. "Simon?" he repeated,
this time the anger evident in his voice. "I'm coming in." Eric
opened the door and stepped into Simon's room.
Simon was sitting on his bed, his arms folded across his chest
and a pained look on his face. He said nothing to Eric as his father
closed the door slowly and entered the room. His eyes followed Eric
over to his bed, watching as the Reverend Camden sat down. He saw the
brown paper bag, scowled and turned his eyes away.
"You know why I'm here," Eric rolled up the bag in his hand
tapped his son on the knee with it. "We really need to talk."
"I'm sorry, dad," Simon just started bawling. "I knew it was
wrong, I just .. Deena kept .."
"Don't blame this on Deena," Eric cut off his son. "That's
not what a man does, is it ..? We've talked about what it means to be
a man, a strong man."
"I know dad. I'm so sorry. I've never .. felt that way
before. It just came over me, and I couldn't stop it."
"Ah .. arousal .. sexual arousal is a very powerful emotion,
Simon," Eric explained, opening the bag and letting the magazine slide
out again. "These magazines are designed to stimulate that arousal.
Men who are not strong look at them because they make them feel
stronger. They objectify women as sex objects. And if a man looks at
these magazines, that is what he begins to do, too. You know this
Simon. We had this talk before about Playboy and Penthouse." Eric
stopped and peered down at a picture of the woman choking on two
penises. "Granted, this isn't Playboy." He looked back up at Simon.
"This is worse, much worse. Did you look at the end of the magazine?"
Simon nodded, still weeping.
"Do you know why this magazine is so WRONG, Simon?" Eric
asked.
"B..because of the homosexuality," Simon stammered through his
sobs.
"No," Eric shook his head slowly and thoughtfully. "In the
eyes of God, all sin is equal. Homosexuality is no greater sin than
lying or anything else." Eric paused and chose his words carefully.
"What makes this magazine so harmful is the way it depicts sex. Sex
is what is shared between two people who love each other. When it is
reduced to this," he waved the magazine for emphasis, "human beings
are reduced to animals. Sex is a gift from God, but this isn't about
God at all, is it ..?" Eric looked at Simon for answer.
"No .." Simon blubbered.
"Your mother tells me you and Deena were engaged in sex," Eric
pressed. "Is that true?"
"N.. I mean yes .. I mean, it wasn't sex really," Simon
finally blurted out. "I .."
"You what ..?"
"She wanted to see me .."
"What ..?"
"Masturbate," Simon finally said. "She took off her top and
her bra."
"And you masturbated," Eric was trying to fill in the blanks.
"In front of her?" he had to ask. Simon nodded. "Did she ..?" Eric
started, then couldn't find the words. Finally he opened his mouth
and quickly pantomimed oral sex. Simon just looked at him. "Did
she?" Eric asked again.
Simon shook his head. "I just .. I masturbated until .. you
know," he sucked in the tears.
"You ejaculated," Eric couldn't help but picture all this
happening in his son's room.
"Mm hmh," Simon nodded quickly. "On her .." he added with a
whisper.
"You ejaculated on Deena," Eric blew threw his puckered lips.
"Hoo."
"That was when mom came in, right after I .. you know."
"I see .."
"I didn't force her or anything, dad," Simon suddenly blurted.
"I swear. We were looking at the magazine together. She started
asking me to do things. I'm so sorry .."
"We can't let you see Deena anymore, son," Eric's voice was
now firm and resolute. "We're going to have to take away your dating
privileges, too, at least until your mother and I feel comfortable
with you being alone around girls again .."
"Dad, I .."
"I want you stay up here and think about what we've talked
about," Eric cut him off. "I mean really think, Simon. What kind of
man do you want to be? The kind who reads this," he waved the
magazine again. "Or the kind who loves and respects women." Eric
stood up and strode over to the door. He paused a moment and listened
to his son resume crying. "We'll be eating in a bit. So wash up."
He grimaced slightly, then left the room.

4

"Mary!"
Mary Camden turned towards the voice calling her name. She'd
just stepped inside the Sisters of Athena coffeehouse, and her eyes
were still adjusting to the dim lights. She squinted through the haze
of incense and cigarettes and spotted Steph and Kara emerge from the
crowd.
"What's up, girlfriend?" Kara gave Mary a surprisingly warm
hug that Mary couldn't help but return.
"Very cool place," Mary Camden beamed as she checked out the
surroundings. Every table was filled with women .. women talking,
women laughing, women existing perfectly fine without men. It was
odd, but refreshing.
For a moment, Mary Camden was a tad self-conscious about how
she'd dressed. She'd chosen a white turtleneck and a pair of brown
corduroy slacks to go with her father's gray vest. She'd topped off
the outfit with her hiking boots. The look she'd been going was
comfortable and casual. No need to get all spruced up at Sisters of
Athena. Still, how she looked to all the other women was very
important to her. She didn't want to look like a kid, and she wanted
to fit in. She was relieved to see lots of outfits similar to hers.
She turned back to Steph.
"We have a table over here by the bandstand," Steph directed
them through the crowd to a table. She was dressed in a baggy
sweatshirt and jeans. "Laura will be playing in a bit."
"She is so awesome," Kara added. She looked very sporty in
some kind of athletic jersey and slacks with long stripes down each
leg. "When Laurie sings, she's like Ani or Sarah or somebody."
"What do you want?" Steph asked Mary, her hand resting on
Mary's shoulder as the beautiful teen took a seat. "The first one's
on me."
"Double latte is cool," Mary answered. "But you really don't
need to .."
"One double latte coming up," Steph cut her off and headed up
to the bar.
"Hey," Mary turned to Kara. "I hope you don't mind. I kind
of invited someone up here." Mary looked around the coffeehouse.
"She should be here any minute."
"Who?" Kara asked.
"My brother's girlfriend," Mary answered. "Her name's Shawna.
She goes to the college .."
"I think Laurie knows her," Kara replied. "Ruthie described
her to us. Is she really cute with like short blonde hair?"
"Yeah," Mary nodded, "that sounds like her."
"Great," Kara smiled.
"And there she is," Mary announced, catching sight of Shawna
as she walked in. She almost didn't recognize Shawna at first. She'd
moussed-up her short, blonde hair until it almost looked like a boy's.
Her dark green plaid blouse was buttoned all the way up giving her
torso a very flat, almost masculine appearance. Shawna's tight jeans
left no doubt to her gender, however. They hugged her slender girlish
curves and ended at a pair of short, kid boots. *Wow, that's a
different look for her, * Mary thought to herself. "Hey, Shawna!"
Mary called over. "Over here." Shawna spotted Mary and cut through
the crowd towards the table.
"She is so cute," Kara whispered.
"Yeah, I guess she is," Mary moved her chair over and made
room for Shawna.
"Shawna, this is .." Mary began.
"Kara Vincent," Shawna interrupted. Mary flashed her a
confused look. "She's on the lacrosse team," Shawna explained. "Top
scorer in the conference. Her picture's in the campus paper pretty
much every day."
"That's what happens when the football team sucks," Kara
laughed, her eyes glued to Shawna as the pretty blonde sat down. "I'm
buying this round," Kara told Shawna. "What do you want?"
"Just coffee .. decaf," Shawna smiled. She was wearing a dark
amber, almost brownish shade of lipstick. "But you really don't .."
"I'll be back in a jiffy," Kara leaped from the table and
headed over to the bar where Steph was still waiting.
"Cool place," Mary broke the ice with Shawna. The two had
always been friendly, but they had never really 'hung out' before on
equal footing.
"Yeah," Shawna smiled, then lightly touched Mary's arm. "You
look great," she complimented Mary. "Love the vest."
"Dad's," Mary grinned. "Hey, you look awesome yourself."
"Thanks," Shawna sighed. "I was a little freaked you know ..
I mean deciding what to wear and everything."
"Me, too," Mary admitted.
"You know, I wanted to thank you again."
"For what?"
"Giving me the opportunity to come in here. I've been meaning
too, but I just never seem to get around with it."
"Why?"
"Let's just say it's not very boyfriend friendly," Shawna
looked around.
"Got'cha'," Mary laughed. "I think it's very cool. No men,
no headaches."
"You got that right," Shawna laughed.
"Oh come on, my brother's a pussy cat," Mary grinned.
"I know," Shawna laughed. "He's certainly been properly
trained. Remind me to thank your mom sometime."
"I will." Laughter, then awkward silence. "So you've been
wanting to come here?" Mary asked.
"Yeah," Shawna nodded. "I've heard some girls talking on
campus about it. There've been some flyers, too."
"Well, it's certainly busy enough," Mary observed. "Which is
surprising since there are no guys around. I mean usually girls will
only go places where they might meet someone."
"And what makes you think they're not meeting anyone in here?"
Shawna asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Huh?"
Shawna just kept smiling at Mary.
"You don't mean ..?" Mary couldn't help but giggle when she
caught Shawna's drift.
"Exactly," Shawna answered her unfinished question.
"Really?" Mary asked in utter shock.
"What?" Steph asked as she and Kara appeared at the table.
"Oh, nothing," Mary suddenly couldn't look at Steph or Kara.
* Oh my God, they're .. lesbians. * It was hard for Mary to even
think the words.
"Hi, I'm Shawna," Shawna extended her hand to Steph.
"Steph," Steph placed Mary's double latte in front of her and
took Shawna's hand. "I've never seen you in here before .."
"This is my first time," Shawna replied. "Mary invited me. I
hope that's all right."
"It's more than all right," Kara placed Shawna's decaf down
and sat next to the blonde.
"You look tense," Steph said to Mary as she sat down.
"I pulled something in my neck playing basketball," Mary lied.
"Well, I'm a licensed massotherapist," Steph told her. "Let
me take a crack at that." The large woman's hands were kneading and
massaging Mary's shoulders and neck a moment later. Helpless beneath
Steph's skilled fingers, Mary felt her tension just melt away. "How's
that?"
"Um .. great," Mary gasped slightly, sipping her latte. She
detected a faint and pleasant herbal aroma as she savored the
concoction. In a few minutes, she felt every muscle in her toned body
go lax. Her mind was now buzzing with the calm of a rain forest. She
peered into the bottom of her mug and seemed to pass onto another
plane of existence. All she felt were Steph's hands coaxing untold
pleasure from her flesh. When she opened her eyes again, she was
still staring into the mug and craving another latte. She weakly
raised the mug to Steph.
The big girl smiled at her, patted her on the knee, and went
back to the bar.
" .. I guess curious .." Shawna's voice interrupted Mary's
reverie.
Suddenly Mary realized she'd lost all track of the
conversation at the table. She looked at her watch. Almost an hour
had passed since she'd arrived. At some point, a musician had started
playing onstage. Mary looked up and recognized Laurie. * How long
have I been zoned out? * she asked herself. "Curious about what?"
Mary tried to insert herself back into the present.
"Being with another girl," Shawna answered.
"Oh, that," Mary nodded, a dumb, blissful smile on her face.
"How about you?" Shawna asked Mary. "Have you ever been
curious?"
"Nope," Mary shook her head. "I'm a good Christian girl."
She broke out laughing. "Good little Christian girls don't EVER think
about stuff like that. My daddy the minister would be sooo shocked,"
she snorted. "Mom, dad, this is my girlfriend .. Steph!" Mary called
out when the big girl reappeared. Mary reached over and embraced
Steph. "Steph, meet my mom and dad," she pretended Kara and Shawna
were her parents. "Steph and I are lesbians," Mary chortled. "What
do you think of that?"
"I think you're just going through a phase, dear," Kara
quipped. "You'll grow out of it." She and Steph laughed, and then
Shawna and Mary joined in.
"Come here, baby, sit with me," Mary pulled Steph down into
her chair and draped herself around the big girl. Steph put her arm
around Mary and cupped the teenager's firm tit in her hand. "What the
fuck is in this latte?" Mary snorted, picking up her cup and
practically draining it with one swig.
"It's an herbal .. relaxant," Steph explained.
"Well, it FUCKING ROCKS!" Mary polished off her cup with
another gulp. "Is it supposed to make you so horny?" The words
coming out of her mouth just spilled out uncontrollably. Somewhere
beyond her brain, she floated in a blissful, horny haze, watching
herself like a movie.
"That can be one of the side effects," Steph cooed, nuzzling
up against Mary's pretty face and licking her apple-pie cheek.
"You are such a dyke," Shawna laughed at Mary. Her eyes were
glazed over, too.
"I am, aren't I?" Mary smooched Steph's cheek.
"That looks fun," Shawna giggled. She leaned over to Kara,
and grazd her lips against the pretty blonde's lips. An instant
later, they were swapping tongues and spit.
"Cool," Mary observed. A moment later, she found herself and
Steph locked at the lips, tongues dancing in tandem, hands exploring
the curves and contours of their respective bodies. * Okay, this is
different, * Mary mused to herself as she necked with the big girl. *
God, she tastes and smells soooo good. *
"Why don't we all go back to my place?" Shawna's voice cut
above the sound of the music.
Mary felt herself nod.
"Can we give Laurie your address?" Kara asked her.
"Sure," Shawna replied.
Mary ignored the rest of the conversation, and just returned
to kissing Steph. The big girl kissed better than any guy she'd ever
experienced. And her body felt so beautiful in Mary's hands. And
everything in the universe smelled and tasted soooo good.