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"Not everything needs to have a label, but how is it called when a woman or a girl has more-than-platonic feelings for a woman relative?"
"And how is it called when the feelings are mutual?" Marga responded and sat near Britra on the couch.
"It's too complex."
"It is. Oedipus complex is son's feeling towards mum, and Electra complex is daughter's feelings towards dad."
"On top of that, you're not my parent."
" . . . and we hadn't seen each other often before the Summer when you were 16."
"Our own Lesbos with age-aporopriate activities," Britta smiled.
"If I had to create a label for our type of relationship, I'd name it "Lesbos complex."
"Aaahhh . . . my very own Sappho. She was a teacher, and you taught me a lot."
"Before we had gone all the way, I had had almost no practice, theory mostly."
"Anyway, I looove to discover new things with you, sexual or not."
Marga embraced Britta. "So do I, my love."
