.”“You gay?” Karissa asked her.“Yeah,” Randy admitted.“Does Cheryl know?”“Sadly no. And I don’t want to risk it.”“Maybe a conver...ation about sex. Like what she might fantasize. And maybe slide in the part about being with a woman.”Randy nodded. “Maybe.”“If you want, and we can find some alone time, we could get together.”“You’re gay too?”“I don’t what I am yet. I’ve never had sex. But I have feeling I’m omnisexual.”They laughed.They drove for nearly three hours. The landscape was lovely, so. That hot little thing everyone is slobbering over. Is she a hot piece of ass? Or, is she a bland fuck that leaves you wanting and needing more?Sex is always on my mind. The imagination is great, sex with any female at any time. But, mostly, I want my wife. I want her in all ways at all times. I want to be a hundred years old and fucking her. That doesn't mean, I don't want to occasionally try life's buffet in my mind.I don't know what lead to what happened. All I know is I am in it and both. "What the fuck." Some fence must be down or a gate open. I knew the side gate that I had gone through was closed but there are others. I walked around the barn trying to see what gate was open but found none. I could see a bunch of stock farther along the fence in the pasture these guys should be in. I opened the gate then slowly walked around the back of the group of escapees. Shep helped me get these guys in the fence but I still had to find the break in the fence. Not really thinking about. Sitting across the table at lunch, Cathy held my hands and with her bigsmile said how much she loved me and was so proud of how I was handlingall this. She knew I would beat this disease. I thought I would cry,must be the estrogen, I felt tons of emotions flowing through my body.While at lunch Cathy got real serious saying I need to push forwardtoward my cure. I told her I thought I would dress as a man for a couplemore weeks while my body changes. But after the beauty salon today, shehad other.