Being a Lesbian in 1965

Chapter 3 - Confrontation

Gracie walks out of the hall confused on why the ginger man didn't snitch on her, she decided to confront him on why, not that she was complaining. She walked over to him "Hello Finley?" She greeted in an unsure tone "Oh hello." He returned Gracie greeting with awkwardness "What do you need?" He asks "Well I was wondering why didn't you mention anything when the pastor was saying like 'confess your secrets'" Gracie questioned confused "I'm not stupid Gracie." He pauses and stares at her "I know if anybody important found out you would be kicked out of the church, I don't want that to happen." He answered "As much as I hate you, you are my friend" He reassured "Thank you, I really appreciate it." Gracie gave a warm smile "Just don't let me catch you again, my eyes don't need to see that." Finley shivered "Rest assured." She chuckled "Bye now, don't be getting yourself into trouble ok." She waved while turning away and smirking "Bye." He waved back.

Gracie walked over to the garden to speak to Clarissa, as much as she wanted to keep whatever fling they had on here, she couldn't, she couldn't bear to see her upset when Clarissa eventually figures out that she's just using her for sex "Hey Clarissa, can I talk to you?" She questions sweetly "What, oh yeah of course." She followed Gracie to a secluded part of the garden "Look I just really don't think this is going to work out." She stared into Clarissa's eyes waiting for a reaction "What?" She questioned hurt "I'm really sorry if you feel I led you on or anything but I'm sorry we can't be together." She stared into Clarissa's thin lips with sympathy, still in her promiscuous sundress that fit her so well from earlier that day "I really thought we had something though." She said tears escaping her thin blue eyes "I'm really sorry honey, I just don't think we can make this work." Gracie took Clarissa in for a hug, engulfing the girl in her chest "I'm sorry." She said her arms still wrapped around the frail girl "I-it's ok, I'll get over it." Clarissa weeped "I've got to go, I'm sorry." Gracie slowly started walking away from the small weeping girl. This happened every time, it was a repeated cycle and she knew it wouldn't end anytime soon, she'd hook up with a girl and then ditch her. it was what she was made for.