‘I’m a lesbian, Daddy.’ While unexpected, that statement filled me with relief. ‘So? Are you happy and comfortable with that? Do you believe...that being a lesbian is right for you?’ She simply nodded upon my shoulder. ‘Then that’s all that matters, isn’t it?’ I gave her a gentle squeeze. ‘I could care less if you like someone named Jonathan or Erika or Mohammed or Noriko or Juan or Céline. All I care about is that you’re happy and that whoever you decide to share your life with is someone. Nineteen-thirty zulu was jump off time, and this time I waited till 1930z to begin operations. We did not want to warn the enemy. The attack needed to be a surprise, and a surprise it was. Our plans broke down within minutes of the start. Several of the units I was targeted against were off the net right away. Our artillery was pounding the shit out of them and nets were dropping left and right. We could feel the rounds landing miles away through the floor of the track. Our highest priority. During the flight my wife gives me some illustrated magazines topass the time, among which "The World of the Male Maid". I read them,as ordered but I'm very afraid someone might notice what I'm reading.After a successful flight we land in New York. We pick up ourluggage and go pass customs. Luckily I don't have to open my luggage.Bill awaits us at the exit. He picks up our trunks as if they areweightless and shows us the way to a cab. As soon as we're driving mywife tells Bill something. . It's missing something, but I can't decide what. I was hoping you could help me so I could fix it before class tomorrow night."Professor Salinger picked up the small pile of papers. "Have a seat," he said, gesturing toward the couch. "Let me have a quick look-see." He was dying to ask her what was up with the radically changed appearance, but opted to distract himself with her story instead. It was better that way, he rationalized.But still, he couldn't get over the difference. Her harshly.