Danielle settled onto my other side, propping her feet up onto the coffee table and wrapping my other arm around her.

“Sounds great."

And the three of us settled in for a nice evening.

There wasn't much time left, but I made it a point to spend every evening with my sister and Cherys. Amber said she understood, even if on a few nights I didn't return to her place to sleep.

And then all too quickly, it was time for the graduation ceremony.

I stayed in the crowd with the various family members. Cherys’ parents looked particularly happy to see me again. And during the diploma ceremony I yelled at the top of my lungs for Danielle and all of her friends that I knew: Cherys, Nataliya, Leslie, Carmita, etc.

Afterwards, the girls were mingling about, looking cute in their caps and gowns. But in the middle of one conversation, Nataliya pulled me off to the side.

“I will miss you, David. I know we haven't seen much of each other this past quarter, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten you."

"I'LL miss you too, Nataliya. There's no way I could ever forget my

21st birthday."

The statuesque blonde blushed and then pulled me into a hug. "Promise me you will watch out for Cherys and your sister. I am worried about them."

I pulled back and looked into Nataliya's hazel eyes, which were wary.

“Worried? Why?"

“Maybe you haven't seen it, spending so much time with your new girlfriend. But I am concerned for their relationship. Cherys, especially, is going through a very tough time with her emotions. I think she is questioning her sexuality. Danielle, too, to some degree."

“What do you mean?"

Nataliya looked thoughtful for a second, putting together her explanation. "Here is what I know. I have a few gay friends. You know how I'm certain that they are gay? Because when they see me naked, they don't feel ANYTHING. When they see a man and a woman having sex, they don't really get aroused. Same for my lesbian friends."

I nodded, everything making sense at Least on an intellectual Level.

Nataliya then took on her concerned face.

“But your sister and Cherys?

When they see you naked, they get horny. When they see you fucking, they get hotter and wetter. Sure, they turn away every guy who ever approaches them, but I don't think they are really lesbians. At the very least, they are bisexual, even if they don't practice it with men.

But rather than considering this, Cherys has been very firm in asserting that she does not want a man. But it's all words, not in the way she reacts instinctively."

“Why ?"*

“You have known them longer than me." Nataliya shrugged.

“Did something happen to Cherys or Danielle when they were young? Something to make them distrust men?"

“I don't know."