Finding that he would return in a day to preach at the stone church on Sunday, we visited the nearby tavern and enjoyed some good ale and pleasant com...any, although all the local trollops were busy with their regulars, a typical Saturday. Sunday morning, we cleaned ourselves up and went to church, perhaps the only time I did so during the whole war. The minister turned out to be a white-haired, angular, squint-eyed, fire-and-brimstone type with a grating voice and superior manner.We waited for. . that?" Want what mother?" You know God damn well what I'm talking about young man and I will not stand for it, now get your ass up from my table and out of my sight — right NOW!"I pushed my chair back from the table and stood up. "Fine with me mom, what ever you want." I walked out of the dining room and down the hall and into my room. I closed the door but didn't lock it. I took off my clothes and wearing only my Jockey shorts I crawled under the covers. As I lay there in the dark I could. "Uh, what about the big question, sex? Do you prefer women or men?" I tried it with a woman once and it didn't do anything for me. Being with a man was natural feeling from the start. I have a boyfriend, Mark Fontana, he's a VP at First American Trust. He looks a lot like Tom Selleck, when he was 30 years old, tall, dark, handsome and so good at making me happy in bed. They say size doesn't matter, let me tell you from personal experience, it damn sure does matter!" Valerie got that far away. But Tiny had once again vanished."Would you quit doing that!" shouted Howard.***Howard gulped down the remainder of his iced tea. Things were just toostrange - and getting stranger - around this loony bin. He beganthinking it might be time - in fact, long past the time - to leave.Consequently, he set his empty glass on the end table and started torise from the chair.As he rose, a young man apparently somewhere in his mid-twenties enteredthe room. "Good evening, sir," said the unkempt young man..