I floatabove a garden where ladies have gathered for a tea party. Two strikingyoung ladies dressed in the finest silk gowns and hair dressed just so,s...and out from the others.They walk confidently through the milling ladies and find seats waitingfor them, I seemed to have followed them of all the Ladies here thesewere the two that took my notice the most. The Brunette I rememberstanding next to the blond goddess. She did look vaguely familiar.Looking closer...I could just perceive a small smile. You were injured in an ... accident. You're in my surgery. What's your name, miss?" I'm ... I'm..." her eyes went out of focus, as if she were concentrating on something inside her head. "I don't know who I am!" There was a weak, but rising tone of panic in her voice."There there," he murmured again, patting her shoulder. "Let's not worry about that right now. You've had a bump to the head, and you'll probably remember everything in a little while. Don't worry about it for now, all right?"Her. " Is Dinner ready yet?"His shoulders shook as he began to sob, "I'm sorry Beth, I, I was soscared of, of losing you. Oh god Beth please don't leave me, please." Leave you? Why on earth would I leave you?"He slowly turned around to face her. Tears streaming down his cheeks."I'm a Closet Sissy Beth. But I swear I didn't know it until yesterday.Honest Beth." Bernie, I think we both need to talk about this," he burst into tearsagain."I'll go get dressed and find a place to live. I won't contest. She pinged texts, she rang me again and again. I was on a motorway but not really heading anywhere, and certainly not heading home, it was no longer ‘home’ for me. I just needed to do something, anything but talk to Gina. Then she bloody well rang me again, this time using someone else’s number. I answered.“H, we need to talk—” she said.I hung up and threw the phone on the passenger seat.This was an emergency, I felt, so pulled off onto the hard shoulder. I took the phone that was ringing.