Gotcha

Annie and I started a conversation together, and started flirting, and touching. She said she needed to get another beer, so she walked inside the cabin and turned and smiled at me, nodding her head to follow.

I smiled back and followed her into the cabin, and then into the bedroom.

We were both standing there smiling at each other, and then I lifted my hand to her face –

“You are really beautiful.”

“No, you are.”

And we kissed.  So gently at first, and then more passionately – when suddenly, the door opens.

It was my Aunt, Pam.

Who was obviously angry.

I turned back to Annie, and looked at her face.

“Oh, no,” she said.

I looked back at the door to see Pam close it.

“I need to go talk to her.”

“What?  Why?”

“Well, we kinda just broke up.”

Whoaaaaaaa.  So….  My Aunt Pam and Annie had been seeing each other.

Wow.  I hadn’t realized, after all these years, that my Aunt swung that way.  I wondered if my Uncle Rusty knew – well, of COURSE he knew. Duh.

I was flabbergasted.

The two of them quickly announced they were going to bed (sharing the same tent), but had stayed up fighting all night. Later, I learned that my mother stayed up trying to referee – I guess it had gotten physical.

When I got home, I had told my husband about it. We laughed.  (Well, I did.)  Shit happens, life happens. I knew who I was – my husband knew who I was, I am a bi-girl. And that weekend I got drunk and kissed a gay girl. And was caught. By my Aunt, her on-again, off-again girlfriend.  The absurdity of it was hilarious.

Monday night when I logged into Second Life, one of my friends on that BDSM sim that I was “hiding” on, suddenly logged in to ask if anything “exciting” had happened that weekend.

Gotcha.

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