.." Marily stuttered, suddenly angry with herself for her own stupidity. She had never been so embarrassed in her life."I understand, Marily. There is...a first time for everything. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so blunt. Let's sit down." She took Marily's arm and guided her to a chair in the dining room. "Look," she said, sitting her beautiful self onto a straight-backed chair, "I understand that I'm to be instrumental in helping your husband to join. Tell me what he's like."Marily's thoughts,. On the walk home I got plenty of admiring stares and even awhistle, but it couldn't halt the tears that trickled. It was shit likethis that created the self-doubt, the inner demons twisted and knottedtight. It didn't matter how often or who said I looked pretty when Ilooked in the mirror, all I saw was a scrawny guy in a dress. All thatdid was terrorize me, why did Molly even like me? I was constantly afraidthat she would one day just say, sorry I found a real woman. That's whythis was such a. The chatting up and flirting was starting to reach a new stage now though.The pub was quiet and she went to the public toilets. As she came out he was there having ‘just’ come out of the gents.He just took her hand with no objection from her and kissed her on the lips.She laughed and said you will get me into trouble. He replied “I hope so, is that what you want?” She without thinking said “Maybe”.They walked back into the main area of the pub. As it was quiet the boss said she could leave. What he did in the privacy of his home..was he a heterosexual male? Was he gay? Was he bi? I'd never had these internal questions before. I'd probably suppressed them. I watched for a while, then another thought struck me...was I bi, was I gay even. I'd been with many females in my early life and with my wife for many years. Could you change from being, what I thought was normal, to being either bi or gay, in the time it had taken to have a piss. I didn't think so, but, what the fuck do I.