Aggie rolled around her bed hugging her pillow. Suddenly she became frantic and sat up straight in bed. Something was different, something had changed.

She searched for this something but all seemed normal. Then she glimpsed her cast off clothes. Where was Skye?

She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. No sign of her. She went back to her bed disappointed. She so liked the morning after a night spent with someone; the breakfast in bed, the crumbs on the sheets, the laughter and very often the lovemaking that followed or even interrupted.

Someone! Skye wasn't someone, she was a woman. My God, thought Aggie, what has happened? Her head suddenly filled with a gloom never before felt. She must be crazy. I've been raped by a woman she thought, how horrid, how utterly disgusting. She tried to push the details far from her mind. It had all happened so quickly. That woman Skye must be one of those lesbeans. She'd never met a real one before. She remembered her school days and the story of Michele Ennis and Deidre O'Connell, the Gym Mistress found them holding each other in the locker room. There had been a lot of talk about what they weren't wearing. Afterwards they were suspended and separated. In fact Michele never came back to school. But they weren't lesbeans. Lesbeans drove motorbikes, wore Doc Martens and had moustaches.