I thought for a moment, then excused myself, left them alone in the lounge, and went in search of Chérie and her mother.I found my daughter first, po...ing over a magazine in her bedroom. She looked up and smiled."Chérie, darling," I began, "I need to ask you something."She patted the bed beside her. I sat down and she pressed herself against me, holding me in a pleasant cuddle."How would you feel about our coming clean to Uncle Bill, Auntie Portia and your cousins – I mean about your being. Most men probably chose by picture so the list wasn't in any order. April scanned until she found Jessica.A click on a woman's picture did indeed link to a free video. The payment was having to sit through screen after screen of advertizements. The advertisers were pretty questionable websites, which no doubt were not free. April finally found a picture of Jessica Rabbit after at least a hundred other listings.Jessica was wearing one of the small tight dresses which her husband had chosen to. "Yes dear, your right I'm not a genetic woman,but you must certainly admit I had you fooled for quite a long time nowdidn't I dear?" I couldn't believe it. Bad enough I'd been lusting afteran old woman, but worse yet now I found out I'd been lusting after aman.I mean let's face it living in London this was certainly not the firsttransvestite or sissy I'd ever heard of or seen. They seem to beeverywhere here. But certainly none of the ones I'd ever seen were assexy and heart stopping as her. My. In short, even with no guidance from any of the Sheldon staff, I had already realised that I was not college material, although no one had ever discussed my life after Sheldon with me.During my final months at the school, as I grew into manhood, it had become increasingly clear to me that I was a confirmed homosexual: a gay, as the common parlance puts it. I have said earlier that I had known about my own sexual orientation from a much earlier age, but my final term at Sheldon when I was.