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talking.  You have to do ten things at once here."
     
    "Is it voluntary?"

    "Certainly is, couple hours a month, that's all.  You could do it!  They're always looking for women!"
     
    "Maybe.  Not yet – I'm looking for women myself at the moment!  What have you found for me?"
     
    "Ooh, you're keen!  Here we are – Saturday night, eight till late – sound all right?  It's a disco with deejays.  Called Scene 'n' Heard, spelt S, C, E, N, E –"
     
    "Seen and heard?"
     
    "Yes.  With a 'c', like in a play.  Don't know why, but there you are.  Not that it matters really."
     
    "How much is it?"
     
    "Three pounds before eleven, it says, though it doesn't say what it is after that.  Should do really.  Sorry about that.  I'd go before eleven if I were you, check it out!  You never know what they'll rush you after that.  If you're on a tight budget anyway.  And who isn't these days?"
     
    "I won't go much later than eight I think.  I don't suppose I'll stay long either."
     
    "Right you are.  Well, it's in Hope Street, N1.  That's Islington.  Near enough?"
     
    "I can get a bus there and back.  I expect it's in the A to Z."
     
    "Shall I look it up for you?  There's one here."
     
    "Don't worry, I can do that when I get home.  Would you run through it all again for me please?"
     
    "Got a pen?"

    "No.  I'll remember.  Scene 'n' Heard, with a 'c' –" 
     
    "Number twelve, Hope Street, Islington N1.  Opens at eight, closes late.  Three quid before eleven.  I think it's down some steps, in a basement.  If it's where I think it is, then it's a Gay club in the week, and Saturday is Dyke Night!"
     
    "Every Saturday?"
     
    "Yep!  So far, it is.  Hasn't been open that long, not Dyke Night anyway.  It's been a gay place though, for yonks!"
     
    "There'll be a lot of women there?"
     
    "You can bet on it!"
     
    "Well, thanks.  I might go this Saturday."
     
    "It's been a pleasure chatting to you.  Have fun!  Call us again any time."
     
    "Thanks.  I will.  Goodbye."
     
     
    Friday, February 25
     
    Faith is in the bedroom she shares with Don.  Don has just left for his fortnightly trip up North.  She is rummaging in a chest of drawers.  Don't suppose he knows I know about these, his blue films, his sexy girls.  Thinks I don't know. 
     
    Where did he think I got the idea for the red satin tart's outfit though?  Probably assumed it just bubbled up out of the churning depths of my primeval female passion.  I can imagine him assuming that kind of thing. 
     
    Silly place to keep them, his secret vids, in his bottom drawer under his socks.  If he displayed them on a shelf in the front room they'd be only slightly more accessible to me.  Who does he think sorts the washing round here for the launderette and who does he think does the putting away of clean socks in clean sock drawers?  Probably thinks I can't work the video anyway. 
     
    What do we have today?  Here we are, Lust of the Lezzie Lovers and oh, another one, Sappho's Saucy Sisters.  All he seems to like, lesbo-porn and those horror-flick things, blood going everywhere.  Oh yes, there's one of those too, Blood of ...  Ugh, disgusting.  I couldn't even sit through one of those anymore.  I used to, when I was a girl.  I don't know what's changed, me or the films.  I think I just got more sensitive as I got older.  Don can't have, though maybe he just didn't get older.  You'd think he was still sixteen from these titles.  Maybe they never grow up – adolescent boys forever, which might be nice for them, if not so nice for the women who have to live with them. 
     
    I don't suppose real dykes are like this.  (Funny word, that, but if it's what they want to call themselves, then let them, I say.)  Good Heavens, what a contortionist!  There's no way I could do that, even if I wanted to.  How can she breathe?  I hope they're well paid for this.  Ooh, no, not again surely!  I'd have thought once was enough for that