Journey into the Unknown by Tillie Wells Page B

her, but I cannot keep my eyes off the dancers. Some of them are dancing closely and tonguing each other, palming each other, hugging each other so tightly that it seems they will snap each other in two.
    “Have you had enough of this scene, Miranda? We can go now if you want. I mean, that’s if you can maintain a steady walk to the door. The bartender can call us a cab, so you will not have to walk far. I can tell you’ve never witnessed such a scene before.”
    “I haven't, but it’s fascinating. I mean, even in a straight bar scene I’ve never witnessed such closeness and action-packed dancing.”
    “Well, I’ve found that in relationships women tend to be more passionate than men. Men are somewhat reserved in an opposite sex type relationship; the type of relationship you are probably more familiar with. You see, women in those relationships are missing the warmth, closeness, affection, communication, love—I can go on and on with the list. Women tend to find that in a lesbian relationship, they get the affection, nurturing, attention, communication, and love. Women naturally share these feelings. This is why children tend to favor the mother over the father in parenting. I find it's overall hard for a man to receive or give affection as women do, so they do not comprehend these qualities. Since women are naturally givers and nurturers, the same sex partner can handle these outward displays of affection far better than men. That results in what you see there on the dance floor. It's lesbian women giving to each other what they will never wholeheartedly get from a man.”
    “So, you've experienced lesbian relationships? Oh my God, Kye, are you lesbian?”
    Before I can get an answer, everything fades to black. The last I remember is seeing Kye laughing and reacting to my question.
    * * * *
    The next morning I wake up with a terrible hangover. Kye is there, with an ice pack on my head. She has prepared some concoction for me that she says should kill the headache and nausea.
    “Beauty has awakened. Good morning, Miss Miranda! Shall I place this ice pack on your head again?”
    “No! My head feels like a freezer already,” I say as I look around. “Why am I not at my own house? Where am I?”
    “Now, don’t be alarmed. You are in good company. My apartment is plenty safe. We have gated entry and 24/7 security,” Kye responds.
    “Why didn’t you just take me to my place?”
    “Well, even though we’ve hit it off and become best buds in like two weeks or so, I’ve never inquired about where you live. I wasn’t about to go rambling through your purse to find out because that’s private property.”
    “I wouldn’t have minded that just to be in the comfort of my own home and not be a big old hung over lady messing up your weekend.”
    “Oh, you couldn’t do that. And being knocked out as you were, you definitely didn’t care if the comfort was in your home or mine. How do you feel?”
    “I actually feel fine for someone who had so many shots and passed out. Oh, but my ego is busted. I'm so embarrassed. I am not used to drinking so much.”
    “No need to apologize to anyone here. We had a great time. I enjoyed watching you with your mouth and eyes wide open all night as if you were in the jungles of Africa watching the animals. You may not feel so bad because I put the icepack on your head.”
    “I’m embarrassed again, Kye. I remember what I asked you right before I discovered I had too much to drink.”
    “Maybe you asked me that because you had too much to drink.”
    We both laugh, but it seems as if Kye is avoiding answering the question. I look over at the clock just as the doorbell rings. Kye runs over to answer as I sit up on the sofa. I pull the mirror from my purse to take a look at my hair and clothes. I run my fingers through my hair and adjust my clothes, waiting to see who is at the door. It turns out to be several people. Kye opens the door wide and a group of young, fresh-faced