You need to figure something out, Marcy. As much as you might think that you are the sole keeper of how humans should have sex, science has proven tha... sexual preference is genetic.”“It is not! It is a choice! Those people chose to be gay!”“Really? Let me ask you a question, Reverend Marcy. How old were you when you chose to be straight? And what was the reason why you chose to love men and not to love women?”“I didn’t choose! It’s the way I am! The way God made me!”“So, you didn’t choose? You. Just perfect for two people in love. Finally, after stopping at every blessed shop window between the restaurant and the motel, we got to the room. It was night time, about 9:00, so she excused herself and disappeared into the bathroom with her overnight case. I didn’t know what to do, whether to get undressed and get into bed or sit down and wait? I turned on the TV and finally decided to just turn down the bed and take off my shirt. That’d be casual, not too obviously pushy… I plumped. "Do you want to tell me what's on your mind?" Not now. Later perhaps."She went to her room and flopped on her bed. She hated what she was going to do to the man she loved. She rehearsed the reasons once more and reached the same conclusion. She had to do it and she had to do it soon; this evening. She could not go on bottling it up. She thought about how she was going to do it but realised that much would depend on Steven's reactions and indeed her own emotions. She was getting nowhere.She went. .. want... to go!" she bawled."Oh noooooooooo!" Shelly soothed as she pulled her close. "Listen to me!"Shelly lifted Lisa's chin up and looked into her eyes."I'm not supposed to tell you this but I can't stand seeing you so upset." She said."What?" Lisa sniffled."Miranda has already spoken with you mother and has arranged for me to spend the rest of the summer at your house. And I've already convinced my mother to let me come as well." Shelly explained."Really?!?"Lisa's heart soared wildly at.