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• “I so remember what is was like to be married to my husband with kids, in the suburbs and something just was not right. I remember my first time lesbian experience well. My life opened up and suddenly, I was alive again. Thank you Olivia Hampshire for helping me with this lesbian romance short story, helping me to remember what it was like before I became the true me.” Lillian, Fort Wayne, IN


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Can someone tell us what is going on?” a husky voice said.
Helen looked up and into the greenest eyes she had ever seen and for a moment she forgot why they were all there.
“I’m Detective Malone and you are…” she continued.
Helen swallowed a lump of saliva and cleared her throat.
“My name is Helen Connors and that’s my husband Bruce,” Helen said her eyes still on Detective Malone.
“What happened?” Detective Malone urged, her voice noticeably softer.
“My husband and I, we had just come home when we found…” Helen’s voice trailed off and she threw her hands up helplessly.
“We found that dyke, coming on to our daughter,” Bruce interrupted.
Detective Malone moved towards Carol and to Helen’s horror, her cheek was bleeding. Detective Malone swiftly helped a weeping Carol dress and then led her to the couch.
“Who did this to you?” she asked her gently.
Carol looked up and nodded towards Bruce. It was as though the action galvanized Bruce into action again. He jumped on Carol and both of them tumbled onto the couch and he rained blows on her.
Detective Malone grabbed Bruce from behind. Bruce turned and aimed a blow at the Detective, which she ducked from and then in one movement, she punched him in the face, grabbed his hair and thrusted his face into the wall. That took Bruce to the floor.
“Handcuff him and take him down to the station”, she said with obvious disgust.
“What? Are you insane? I find this woman in my house, molesting my daughter…”
The two policemen worked fast and within minutes, they had Bruce in handcuffs.
“Tell them Helen, tell them what she was doing,” Bruce yelled as he was led away.
Detective Malone sat next to Carol and whispered to her, calming her down. Helen watched in apt admiration. She had never seen a woman detective as attractive as Malone was. She had short blond hair, cut into a stylish bob and was slim but curvy. Helen blushed when her eyes lingered over the Detective’s hips, their soft curves visible under the dark blue trousers she wore.
Her badge was on the shoulder of her shirt. Helen wrapped her hands around herself, feeling a chill despite the warm weather. Detective Malone stood up then and came to her.