But several years later, after I had married, she came crawling back, begging for the old you-know-what. Seems that the lesbo thing hadn't "taken", and, after graduation, she had realized it was men who did it for her after all. She even begged me to give her a baby, no strings attached. She tried tears, smooches, low, throaty tones -- the works.
I told her not just "no", but hell no. Then I ran like hell.
She's married to some other guy now, and they have a kid, so I guess all's well that ends well. I sure will be glad when lesbianism stops being a kinky, fun fad and goes back to being perceived by the general public as the destructive perversion of nature that it is, though. The heartbreak and misery of homosexuality -- both for those who practice it and those whose hearts are broken by it -- is not something I want my own children-to-come to experience.
You don't say!