Being bisexual, but semi-closeted, I kept them in my car and wore them only when running errands a few towns away from my residence. It certainly made...mundane trips more interesting.Wearing 10 bracelets, 2 of each color (black--missionary, blue--blowjob, green--cunnilingus, purple--anal, and clear--anything), I went about my business noting everyone that noticed them. I figured even if nobody played "Snap", someone would know about the myth and may inquire as to my wearing them. I had scripted. I knew something very interesting was involved in that, but they were cooperating, so I let things take their course. People usually want to confess. That old saying about how confession is good for the soul is true. People know, even if only subconsciously, that getting it all out in the open is the first step toward moving onward in a positive way.Usually.Anyway, they went on and then it got to the part where Sherry and they were naked, and again I had to opine that, while this was obviously. I didn't know what else ta do, so I jus' let her cry. I 'spect that it wuz the first time she had released her emotions since the raid. She needed ta get it out of her system, so I jus' held her an' let her continue ta pour out rivers of tears. I don't know how long she cried, but I picked her up an' carried her ta a place nearby where I could sit with her in my lap. My ass an' legs went ta sleep afore she stopped cryin', but I tried not ta disturb her. Eventually, she stopped cryin' an'. She look little different that day, something really grabbed all my attention towards her and I stood numb on stage for over a minute looking at her. I took a break got down from the stage took her backstage and hugged her tight, fragrance of her body got me so turned on I couldn’t resist her. Then came lunch time; she asked me out for a walk as she wasn’t hungry and I agreed, because I wanted something that day and was ready to do anything for her. We took a walk at the field talked for a.