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varnish brush back into the bottle. “It’s kind of silly, I guess. I’m not sure if it even makes sense, but for a long time, when I was younger, every time some girl came out to me or just mentioned casually that she was into women, it scared the hell out of me. It scared me because I’d automatically want to jump her, and it didn’t matter who she was or what she looked like or what kind of personality she had.”
    A spark of recognition lit within Szuszu’s belly. “Oh yes, darling. Yes, of course.”
    Naomi stroked the tops of her feet with just fingertips, and Szuszu was somewhat surprised she could feel the sensation. Her body seemed to be returning to life. “But, I mean, it scared me so much I would just leave. I’d get away from her, whoever she was, as fast as I possibly could because I was so afraid I’d throw myself at her like a fool.”
    “Yes, darling, and why not?” Szuszu asked.
    Naomi cocked her head, giggling a touch. “Uhhm…why not throw myself at random women I’ve just met?” She laughed again. “I think a lot of them wouldn’t have been too pleased about me pouncing out of the blue.”
    Now Szuszu felt confused, because she’d done just that on more occasions than she could ever hope to remember and never met with acrimony. “But we’re gorgeous, darling, you and I. A gorgeous woman can go up to any random person, shove her hand down their pants, and receive nothing but accolades. And I’m not simply referring to random dykes, darling, or even men for that matter. Even straight girls wouldn’t object.”
    This time, Naomi’s chuckle sounded a tad strained. “Well, speak for yourself, Szusz. You’re the gorgeous one. I don’t doubt you could get away with anything.”
    Puzzling , Szuszu thought, for her spitting image to take on such a disparate worldview. “Darling, do you not realize how very much we beautiful people can get away with? Haven’t you noticed yet that you exist in a different category than all the plain people out there in the world? The power lies with us.”
    Naomi wrapped her hands around Szuszu’s ankles and squeezed, released, squeezed, released. “You have got to be kidding me,” she said. The girl was shaking her head as well -- Szuszu could see that much. “You are kidding, right? Because at first I thought it was all jokes, but now you keep saying it and I’m just…”
    Szuszu couldn’t bear the upset in the girl’s voice. Naomi was younger, she had to remind herself, and young people were so concerned about equality, weren’t they? It was true that beautiful people like she and Naomi existed in a class above the rest, but young people sought to abolish class structures. For the first time since Babs had gone off on holiday, Szuszu felt desperately worried that she might lose something precious.
    “Kidding,” Szuszu said. “Yes, kidding, darling. Of course I’m kidding.”
    The atmosphere seemed to sink below ocean level, and Szuszu reached for her drink in order to dull the heavy emotion pervading. She placed the glass back down when she realized Naomi had slunk from the ottoman, and now knelt behind it. Moving back and forth, from one foot to the other, Naomi kissed the pads of Szuszu’s feet, kissed her instep, kissed her heel, kissed every tender spot at the base of her being. Licked. Nipped. That mouth felt hot and wet and simply wonderful.
    Each time they made love, Szuszu felt strikingly more alive. Perhaps this merely coincided with her lessened consumption of alcohol, but Szuszu liked to imagine it had to do with romance in some sense. The greater her bond with Naomi, the greater sensation they would experience together. It was a thought so lovely Szuszu was surprised it had bloomed inside her own mind. She wasn’t generally a romantic of any sort.
    “What about you?” Naomi coaxed her feet to point and then blew on her toenails. “Not that you’re old or anything, but it mustn’t have been easy back in the