I had been a closet CD ever since myteenage years, and although I thought I should stop once I was married,I quickly found that you can't just switch ...ff those sorts of feelingsas if they are a light. My wife once found my secret stash of clothing,and whilst being tolerant, thought that simply getting me to throw themaway would 'solve the problem.' As we all know, it does for a while, butthen the impulses steadily return, and they can only be satisfied byacquiring replacement items. The. She left the front door open; I think for my benefit. A few moments later I could hear her talking to the younger man who stopped to hand her the mail and to admire what she was offering to his gaze. She was flirting with him and leaning against the rail where he had placed one hand to reach up to hand her the mail. She stepped down a step and again leaned on the rail which this time was about where his hand was. At this point I had entered the house and stayed to the side he couldn’t see me. ‘What about you?’ ‘Someone has to keep the nightmares away.’ At first she just stared, and I could swear it looked as if the tears were welling up but she then let out a small heartfelt laugh and said ‘…thanks…’ Leaning over , placing my lips to her forehead, another plea ‘Sleep’ I whispered. Drawing the curtains closed, it was a little past four and the sun would be up soon. Dimming the lights, watching her lids close, her breathing becoming slower and steady. I could see the yielding of her. “I’m sorry son, but this is wrong.”“Is it wrong to want to help out your father when his needs are not being met”, I asked? “No, son but in this way there are laws stating that this is still wrong; I know that you just wanted to help your old man out, but this can’t continue on.”“By the way, does this mean that you’re gay son?”“No, father I’m more bi”, I replied. “So what is the reason behind this”, he asked. “I can’t tell you at this moment, but know that I’m ok, and this is who I am”.“Don’t.