‘Great,’ I say, as I ask, ‘by the way, what movie, were you watching?’ ‘Hmm, what?’ Not really following what I said, ‘what movie?’ No... really sure where I was going with it either. ‘Oh, about let’s say,’ looking at my watch, ’45 minutes or so, ago. I went to the (high priced) vending machine to get a water, before my shower, and I heard what sounded like a sex scene in a movie. I heard a female, in the movie, scream like something like, ‘I love you Aden’ or something?’ Kate turned pale, it. ”“Well, we're not as backward as you may think,” said Jack. “But maybe not too much snogging while the others are around; I don't want my farm hands distracted.” A bit late for that, I thought, remembering our time with Tony last night. “And believe me, girls, I do understand. There was a time not so long ago when I had some, let's say, questions about my own sexuality. Don't get me wrong, I'm basically a red-blooded heterosexual male, but I'm not insensitive to feelings like that.”“Oh, Uncle. You raise up a bit and start to scan for her. A moment later you hear, “Looking for someone?” You turn and see her right behind you. Your heart picks up a few extra beats per minute. She continues, “I hope it was me you were looking for.” You quickly compose yourself mentally and respond, “I might have been.” You smile. Her blue eyes move from yours down your body then back up to your eyes. “There,” she begins, “I’ve checked you out. Now you can check me out with out worry.” “What about your. "But, if you were a pretty white girl and not a lonely white boy, wouldyou think I'm a good looking guy then?" I hear him ask me as I just shakemy head at the question he has asked."Yeah, I suppose so, but so what? I'm a guy. So what difference does itmake?" I say to him as he smiles at my confession but then he ignores myquesion completely."I thought so," is all he says as I just look at him. I then get anotherweird question from him."And what colour hair would you have as a pretty white.