That was the full extent of my sexual expertise as I walked home from work late one Friday evening."Oh!" I stopped walking as a shadowy figure crossed...the sidewalk in front of me.It was a dog, I realized, and a large one too, although I couldn't say for certain what breed it might have been. I'd never owned a dog, but of course I knew people who did and I wasn't afraid of them or anything. At least, not the nice ones, you know. This dog seemed nice enough, since he was largely ignoring me. He'd. And probably everyone on the bus had slept.At this very moment, I felt one hand on my bare waist. The first thought came to my mind was “Was this man a gay?” as section 377 was in news a lot. I thought to tell him to mind his hand but then I thought probably he was sleeping and didn’t even know about his hand.I thought to get up and take the blanket. That will force him to remove his hand and things will get settled. I had to stay with this dusky man for next 12 hours in the same bed. And what. Hell, maybe my imagination had not been so over the top after all. I resolved from then on to make sure that I looked around carefully before I relieved myself. One couldn’t be too careful in this era.The distance between Cheyenne and Denver is about 100 miles, and that made it about 160 miles by road. At 30 miles per day, and that was pushing it in the heat of summer, it was going to take nearly six days to make the trip. I hoped to stay in hotels and eat in restaurants, but I was prepared to. ” She said,” I’m qualified to jump solo but today Mark and I are jumping tandem so we can fly down with you.” When we were dressed Janet checked all of the gear I was wearing, then Mark checked it, then finally Scott checked it. When I saw the airplane my heart began beating in my throat. Gawd I said to myself, I’m really going to do this. My next fear came when the plane was in the air. I hoped that I wouldn’t embarrass myself by crying or refusing to jump. Scott held my hand the entire time.