thoughts went back to the woman at the dress shop, and the strange feeling she had when the woman cupped her breasts. What would it be like to lay with another woman? She imagined the woman lightly caressing her, kissing her. As Traci lay in the tub, the hot oily water soothing her aching body, she fought the urge to find the woman and find out. What if it hadn't been a come on? What if she were making more of the encounter than was actually there? Pulling herself from the