It will be in a couple of weeks. I'll make the arrangements for your visit. Leave everything to me." Two weeks later, Joe and Aunt Fran arrived on cam...us. The day was planned out for them . A meeting with an academic counselor, the football staff, afternoon activities and the evening student events. In the evening when Joe was with the WSU students, I would be entertaining Aunt Fran. The plan would be to go out to dinner and drinks with Fran. Since I was not born yesterday, I knew Joe was going. He always made me happy too. He had taken such good care of me since my mom left. I really had no money other than what my daddy gave me. So I couldn't buy anything. I should've known, my daddy always had something in mind.My dad took me out to dinner, and we had fun as we always did. After dinner we went for a little drive. We drove about 30 minutes. It was on the other side of town. The house was nondescript. Just a White House with green shutters nothing elaborate or interesting. Daddy. Guess I was considered somewhat unusual among my fellow lesbians – maybe exotic, even. To round the image, I wore my hair cut to a fraction of an inch – spared me the hairdresser and therefore a shitload of money – and got me laid big time.Needless to say, I felt well in my body and was thriving in this environment where sexuality was displayed openly.I eventually came to realize, in our times, more often than not, people in my environment did things out of curiosity – or the sheer. And I am ashamed again. I lied and I wish I could crawl into a hole and disappear. I am so sorry, so very, very sorry. When Mom had finished her story, I wrapped her in a hug that was not as big as the lump in my throat. I held her tighter than ever, suddenly afraid of losing her. I whispered ‘Mom, I understand and of course I forgive you. I am so sorry I hurt you. You are everything to me and all I could ever deserve. Thank you.’ After we had hashed it out, I felt better and life returned to.