Free Owning Regina: Diary of my unxpected passion for another woman by Lorelei Elstrom Page A

with another person.
     
    --- THURSDAY MARCH 29 --- Sharing secrets
     
    I’m writing this at the end of a very long day of developing my passion for Regina.
     
    This morning I woke up to discover my ankles tied together with a belt. Then I got really aroused thinking about Regina. Here’s what happened.
     
    Last night, Regina called me after Tucker had gone to bed. She wanted to thank me for such a lovely time. She said they both had the best time. So did I.  We talked for a while about our jobs, comparing notes.
     
    We were both pretty happy at work. Regina has been teaching there a long time. To her, it was a job, not a career. That’s not to say she doesn’t adore her students and shower them with positive energy. But if she didn’t have to work there, she would be happier. For me, I guess it’s more than just a job. I see my work as a steppingstone to advance and ultimately become a commercial executive producer where the real money is.
     
    Then the phone call turned deeper:
     
    REGINA
    How are you doing with all this?
     
    ME
    It feels really good.
     
    REGINA
    I'm glad you feel that way.
     
    ME
    And what about for you?
     
    REGINA
    It's exciti ng. It feels like eating cotton candy.
     
    ME
    I know what you mean. Still, it makes me wonder if it is all fluff… not that I think it is… I'm just hoping that we will still feel this way next week.
     
    REGINA
    Me too. I still can't believe I'm romantically interested in a girl!
     
    ME
    You don't know the half of it. I was judging myself at first, but you're not just any girl. I could have never felt this way about any other woman.
     
    REGINA
    You're making me blush.
    (Pause)
    I think you should go look in the back seat of your car.
     
    ME
    What?
     
    REGINA
    You might want to check the back seat of your car for something.
     
    ME
    My car?  Now?
     
    REGINA
    Sure. I'll wait.
     
    So I dashed down to the garage to check the back seat. Under a throw blanket was a long shoebox. Any girl would know what is in a box that long: Boots! I opened it. It was Regina's new brick red boots! I was happily confused as I raced back to the phone:
     
    ME
    What are you doing?
     
    REGINA
    I thought we should share them… I mean… if you like them.
     
    ME
    Like them? They're hot.
     
    REGINA
    That way we can always feel close. You can know that your sweaty feet are standing in the very shoes where my sweaty feet were… and vice versa.
     
    ME
    Who says my feet sweat?
     
    REGINA
    Figure of speech. Do you like the idea of sharing them?
     
    ME
    I'm putting them on right this second.
     
    REGINA
    I want to please you.
     
    ME
    You mean in the game?
     
    REGINA
    In general. I want to make you happy.
     
    ME
    There's something strong going on with us. So how to we share the boots?
     
    REGINA
    I don’t know. No rules.
     
    ME
    Ok. I’ll get them back to you at some point.
     
    REGINA
    Tell me a secret about you…  a secret that you have never uttered to anyone in the world… not even your therapist.
     
    ME
    (A little surprised)
    You first.
     
    REGINA
    Me first?
    (Pause)
    Ok. This is real trust. I'll kill you if you ever tell anyone.
     
    ME
    Scouts' honor.
     
    REGINA
    Am I really doing this?  Ok. Here goes. Ever since I was a freshman in college, I have been addicted to "The Young and The Restless."
     
    I'm so embarrassed !!
     
    ME
    What? Millions of people watch that. So what?
     
    REGINA
    Yes, but I like to think of myself as wholesome, local and organic… a girl who shuns the nightly news and mainstream media. I watch a soap that is sponsored by the biggest, most detrimental companies of our society.  And I'm supporting that by watching their stupid show. One time, one of characters died and I literally found myself mourning for 3 days. I was heartbroken. Nobody knows I watch it. It's oxymoronic with my lifestyle.
     
    ME
    Wow. That is shocking. You’re right. Soap operas are the antithesis of the way I perceive you.
     
    REGINA
    I know. I know.
     
    ME
    The