Submission by Ray Gordon Page B

jealous, are you?'
    'What if I am?'
    'Don't be so silly!'
    Remembering Fowler's hard penis pumping its sperm into her quivering body, Hannah turned away from Emily's loving gaze. Guilt - but why? She was a woman, after all, and Fowler was a man. That's the way it should be , she thought. But then her thoughts turned to Emily's soft pussy lips, her throbbing clitoris, her hot hole, her creamy orgasmic juices.
    'Hannah, when are we going to be able to... What I mean is, we can't sleep together, we can't be alone together. I don't like it like this,' Emily sighed, her eyes filling with tears.
    'I'll sort something out, don't worry. Now off you go and feed the prisoners. When you get back, we'll go for a walk in the forest, okay?'
    'Okay, I'll look forward to that. I...'
    'Yes, I know, now off you go.'
    Watching Emily leave, Hannah pondered on the words she'd thought she'd never use. Jealousy. Love. She didn't want to be in love. She didn't want the distraction, the confusion that love brings - especially lesbian love. But when love comes, there's no escape , she reflected.
    Jo climbed down the ladder, quickly bringing Hannah back to reality with a loaded question. 'What were you doing in those bushes with Emily?' She had a strange, knowing look in her eye that caused Hannah's stomach to churn. Now the cold reality of what she'd done with Emily hit her.
    'Nothing, why?' she replied nonchalantly.
    'I think I know what you were doing. It's none of my· business, I realize that, but I think I know.'
    Hannah smiled a nervous smile and averted her gaze, but the guilt was there, Jo could see it, feel it. 'It doesn't matter to me,' she said. 'I just wanted to know, that's all.'
    'We were just hiding. We heard voices, you and Mary, and we hid.'
    'We've known each other long enough for me to know when you're hiding something. Anyway, as I said, it's none of my business. I just hope that you know what you're doing.'
    'How do you mean?'
    'The fight, the cause - I don't want to see you lose interest.'
    'Of course I won't. Look, it's my life, and I do know what I'm doing. Thanks for your concern, but...'
    'I think Mary guessed, too. I heard her talking to Diana before she left and... You'd better make it known, Hannah, otherwise rumours will start flying around.'
    'I'll have to speak with Emily about it.'
    'How long has it been going on?'
    'It hasn't. I mean, it's only just started.'
    'And you're happy, are you?'
    'To be perfectly honest, I'm totally confused. The last thing I wanted was to discover that I'm a bloody... Why is everyone up in arms about it? Julia has been going on about the way I treat Rose, you're going on about... Anyway, I screwed Fowler.'
    'What?'
    'I had to, to discover my true identity.'
    'And have you discovered it?'
    'No, that's the problem. Don't say anything to Emily, will you? She'd be upset if she knew about Fowler, and I don't want that.'
    'So what are you going to do?'
    'I don't know. I've thought about screwing Fowler again, any man, just to work out what it is I want.'
    'I wouldn't do that if I were you. How you can fancy other girls' bodies, I don't know! To be honest, it disgusts me.'
    'Then don't think about it!'
    'It's your life. I suppose. Time will tell, Hannah. Give it time and you'll emerge on one side or the other.'
    'Yes, but which side? Anyway, where's Diana?'
    'Doing her shift at the derelict house.'
    'Oh, right. Look, I've got to go and deal with Rose so can you check the approach paths? There's been a lot of activity up there recently. Just make sure that there are no clues.'
    'Right, I know what you mean. By the way, I found the dress you ripped off Rose up there earlier, we must be more careful. Where's Emily?'
    'Taking food to Fowler and the girl.'
    'When I've checked everything, I'm going into town for some supplies, so I'll see you later.'
    'Okay. While you're there, can you get me some vaseline?'
    'What for?'
    'It's for Rose... I want to... Just get some, will you?'
    'You need psychiatric