My heart pounded in my chest as I opened the e-mail.  Could it be? Is it really her? After all of these years? YES!!!! I tried to catch my breath. All of the sudden all of those old memories came rushing back. The look in her eyes as I held her close, the taste of her lips as I kissed her passionately. The sounds that she made during a long night of passion.  Although I hadn't seen or talked to her in 11 years, I can still see her face, and hear her voice. The woman I walked away from all those years ago. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done, driving away, not turning the car around. I had never felt the way I felt when I was with her.... I had never felt so free to just be me.  And then, I threw it all away and went back to the life I was expected to live.

When I met Shelly, I had been married to John for 5 yrs.  She worked for me as a clerk in the store that I managed, and we became fast friends... I had no clue that she was a lesbian until the day I tried to set her up with a male customer. She explained to me that he was "not her type".  I actually asked her to tell me what her "type" was. So she did.  She looked me right in the eye and stated.."You are my type"!  You could have knocked me down with a feather. It didn't take long for me to realize that I wanted to "know" her every way possible.  But, there were outside forces at work.