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          Sean Patrick shoved his shirt tails back into his belt as he went down the hall, struggling with the weird sensation of delicious cheer he always got after sex with Della combined with his embarrassment at the feeling being there in the presence of other people. Cody had turned the television on and her sister was reading the new issue of “True West” that had been laying on the table. Neither of them looked up when he re-entered the room.
          “Sorry about that, ladies, um, I, uh...” he struggled to come up with an excuse.
            “We know, Sean Patrick,” said Cody mildly, without looking at him, “Della jumped your bones the minute she woke up.”
            A very hot blush ran through Sean Patrick and he self-consciously ran his hands through his hair. “Um,” he coughed, unable to look at either woman. He rubbed his hands together and sat down in the nearest armchair, close to his guitar, and avoided the searching stare of Liz Cameron’s unusual eyes. “So, um, Miss Cameron...”
            “You can call me Liz,” she said. “Or if you absolutely must, ‘Ms.’ is preferred.”
            “Um... you married?” he asked, feeling awkward. Their introduction had been cut so short it had taken him a moment to realize he didn’t really know the woman at all.
          She only resembled her younger sister slightly. Their hair was a similar color, but Liz Cameron had a sharp, businesslike manner completely missing from Cody’s casual attitude. Her dark blonde hair was cropped close and smartly styled, her clothing was tailored, her ears had multiple piercings, and every earring she wore appeared to be a precious stone of some kind, including what he was certain was a real cobalt-blue sapphire in the single mismatched dangle that dripped from her right ear. She had fine, if narrow, features, her face dominated by those remarkable eyes, which were focused on him, making him almost unable to think about anything else at all.
            “Nope,” she said. “The states haven't decided I’m allowed that right yet, but I haven’t met the right woman.” Her eyes challenged him to say something, anything, against her sexual preference, but Sean Patrick only smiled.
            “Well, I’m doing what I can,” he said honestly. “I had money on California being the first to wake up and smell the coffee, but Massachusetts surprised me.” He leaned forward and opened the candy dish, taking out a chocolate. He offered the dish to the women. Cody took one, but Liz turned it down.
            “So how did a Texas boy from the Victorian age get behind gay rights?” Liz asked. “Texas is as Red State as red states can get.”
            Sean Patrick snorted. “Texas was always conservative, that’s true, but it was a democratic state when I was a boy, so I was raised a democrat, and I’ll die a democrat. Times changed, but simple truth never does. Gay rights was as easy to get behind as black rights were back in the sixties,” he said seriously, leaning forward as he spoke. “I remember back in ‘62, I got into an argument with one of my nephews over civil rights. He asked me how I could possibly want equal rights for, well, you know the term.”
            “I can get the idea,” said Liz in a dry tone.
          “I pointed out to him that we were part Indian. There were a lot of folks in a lot of places that didn’t think we deserved much, if anything, in the way of rights. Hell, pardon me, our own tribe had been pushed all the way outta Texas. Money and high social standing bought my family special rights from people who wouldn’t have given us the time of day otherwise ‘cause we were half-breeds. If we take away gays’ rights, then why should blacks keep their rights? Or Indians? Or anyone else? It’s that ‘slippery slope’ they’re so worried about, and they’re aimin’ right at it. My niece Tara is gay. It was hard for me to accept, but I remembered my own words and I love her, so.” He spread his hands, palms down, in a gesture of finality. “And that’s how a boy from 1880's Texas embraces gay rights.”
            “Good for you,” said Liz.
            “You live a long time and it gets harder and harder to be intolerant of people, and I never was the intolerant kind to start with.”
Tags: liz, sean patrick, vampires
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