I would go home every day and in spite of knowing that my wife needs sex, I would say good night and sleep. I was able to see that she was getting fru...trated but I could do nothing about that. It was not that I did not wanted sex but I liked men more than women I am a homosexual. During my child hood I used to sleep with my elder brother and one night he started touching me while I was asleep. I woke up but kept quite because I was scared and ashamed. He took my cloths off then as his body. It's still worded exactlythe same as it's always been," I said calmly. "You know as well asI do that those paranoid old farts would never change anything likethat." How very true of those grizzled old-timers," agreed the Mistress, asshe slowly shook her head again. "This all so very strange. I stilldon't understand. How could you ever do what you did?"Damn that honesty geas. "I've always tended to think of a bastardmore as a male descriptor, even though I know gender is somethingtotally. "Hey buddy, if you're not gonna drink, how about letting someone else use that stool, huh?" Jason awoke with a start from his reverie, realizing his daydream had become that lucid, remembering sort of sleep-dream. He looked up at the hard hat that had spoken, realizing that the deep voice belonged to a huge, muscular woman dressed as a construction worker. She had one meaty fist clamped around the wrist of a fierce-looking smaller woman sporting a green mohawk, the other around a huge can of. ‘Mrs. Smith, thanks for the ride,’ he said, cheerfully as he settled into the car’s front seat and buckled his belt. ‘No, thank you for coming with us. Please, call me Carolyn. Mrs. Smith is SO formal. I was thinking… that is, we were thinking, we could treat you to dinner before the game… a small thank you for everything you’ve done for Kendra… and Michael, of course.’ David looked at the woman. Her clothes, spotlessly clean and cared for, were still ‘tired’ and he felt strange accepting.