"Lesbians Rock," collections address the stories of lesbians of all ages, in all walks of life, living somewhere in America. The stories tell of teenage girls and older women coming out to themselves and each other, and stories of women like her who followed the norm in society by marrying and having a family before acknowledging what they apparently knew all along, that their hearts were drawn romantically to women, never toward men. "What they didn't expect to ever have to worry about happened that night. **************** An airplane loaded with sixteen passengers was having engine trouble at three in the morning and the pilot was unable to maintain control of his aircraft. Suddenly it exploded with pieces falling on many homes, causing fires, injury and death. A piece of the airplane fell against Merle and Dolly's home, scraping and cutting a slice down one wall in exactly the place Dolly was sleeping. The noise overwhelmed Merle. When she saw the metal had struck Dolly, she lost her sense of place and was unable to move for several minutes. Suddenly, she realized the danger she was in and began to move. Somehow, as her habit had been, she grabbed her robe and put it on as she ran around the bed, picked up Dolly with the blanket around her and managed to get them both out through the deck door before fire engulfed the wall of the house. Holding Dolly in her arms, Merle sat on the ground against the backyard fence, starring while tears rolled down her face. It wasn't as though she was looking at anything; she was just starring. "They laughed and ran together like two little girls having a fun afternoon. That evening they sat on the beach together, leaning against a giant log to watch the sun set over the ocean horizon. Trudy reached to hold Nancy's hand. "My sweet love, you are all the world to me. I want to always watch sunsets with you wherever we make our home. Part of the time it may continue to be here in Florida; part of the time I know it will be Amsterdam; and regardless of where we go, I want to be with you, only you. I don't remember a day that I have been happier than these last hours." She looked into Nancy's eyes, smiled and pursed her lips to throw a kiss. "Tell me about your father. When did he die?" "Trudy continued to hold Nancy's chin. "I been wanting to do that for months, actually for years. Nancy, I love you in the way other girls want boys to love them." "Me you too, Trudy. I love you but I've been afraid to show it."They kissed again. As the kiss lingered, they lay together on the bed, wrapped their arms around each other and let their tongues touch, in what both of them had been told by older girls was "French kissing." While Trudy and Nancy were lost in their passion, the bedroom door opened. Trudy's mother walked in, carrying a box for Trudy. She yelled, "What in hell are you girls doing? Leave here right now, Nancy. Trudy, your father will deal with you. He just got home."Nancy jumped up, rushed past Trudy's mother and hurried down the stairs then drove to her home across town. During the next few days, Trudy's mother not only told her husband, but also telephoned Nancy's mother and told her what she had seen the girls doing on the bed. Trudy's mother had a heart attack two days later and died. Immediately, Trudy was shipped to Europe to live with her paternal grandmother with instructions that she was not to have any communication with any of her Florida friends. Her father was determined to prevent her from having a lesbian relationship. "Reba held Kandi close and whispered in her ear. "Perfect song. You're the one who loves me so I'm dancing with the somebody I love." Kandi looked into Reba's blue eyes and smiled. "Me you too." During the next two hours, Kandi and Reba danced and enjoyed conversation at their table. Then they went to the beach where they held hands and walked quite a distance south of the Inn where the only light came from the