Somehow, in her twelve years working at the small Accountancy practice, she had charmed, or perhaps bullied the senior partner into making her the Off...ce Manager.She was the archetype of the Office Manageress. Quite tall, at around six foot, as slender as a rake handle, with hair pulled savagely back into a bun at the back of her head that you would swear was pulling her face out of shape and taking out the wrinkles. Her clothes hide any female form she might have had except that it was obvious. "I don't know," I said, "I'm just not a queer." She looked at me for amoment, then sat on my bed. "Maybe we better talk about this," shesaid. I must say, she recovered a lot faster than I did, but then itwasn't her life that was ending.Cindy has always been good at talking to people and getting theinformation she wants. I remember that she did her best to put me atease even though all I really wanted to be was anywhere but where I was.I had some thoughts going through my head about being. I was very afraid mom will kill me today .when I want in kichen mom said good morning my son how r u I was little bit ok I said iam good mom .mom said give me hug I hug her than see said do u like what u so last night I said yes mom but did u told dad she said no I was happy .mom said u want to do the same I said yes but don't tell dad she no I would tell any body same to u .u not going to tell any one I said yes .we had breakfast together than she said iam going to take shower n I will see u. He asked me a few more questions, like the name of my therapist. Ithanked him and before hanging up said, "Oh and Doctor, this is betweenyou and me. You are not to discuss this with Sarah. We both know thatthere are rules about this."The Doctor's OfficeI certainly didn't tell Sarah where I was going as I got ready for myappointment with Dr. Roberts early the next morning. I felt rathernervous - maybe even a bit sick to my stomach - as I picked out myoutfit. I had briefly considered.