Tell all of them you'll go down on them.

"...if you can demonstrate you won't cause any trouble," Frances Cook says. Your supervisor rolls her chair from behind her desk and pointedly spreads her knees. "Gloria? Your move."

"Please, Gloria!" June says.

You feel the eyes of the other women on you as Frances Cook answers your threat with her own. You take a deep breath.

"All right," you say. "I'm a lesbian. All of us are."

June whimpers. "Gloria?"

"Yes!" Cara says.

Ms. Cook smiles at you and spreads her knees wider.

"I desire women sexually," you say. "I won't cause any trouble. And to prove it..." you bow your head, then straighten up. "Let me kiss you. All of you."

Cara and June sigh.

"Let me kiss you like a lover," you say. "All of you." You look round the room. "Frances, I will go down on you," you tell your supervisor. "Julie, you're right, I'm a lesbian. Let me kiss your vulva," you tell the nurse you supervise, her shoulder and arm still in a sling. "Cara, I want to taste you between your legs," you tell Julie's lover, the nursing student, "June," the young redheaded nurse, the first woman you'd ever tasted. "May I?"