.. ‘former faith,’ Your Infernal Majesty?” Lacey asked, curiously using more deference than expected.“Well, that’s pretty obvious. You were ...raded for Anne Boleyn in the final swap between Michael, the new King of Heaven, and me. Yes, Michaelism is his baby, though I suggested it to him. I figured that, as the new Boss, the new Supreme Being, whatever one wishes to call the dude, he deserves some worship in his own right from those who are Heaven-bound. You see, Jehovah, Jesus, and Satan are. Mark, the guy who had invited her out was in her English class and had just approached her out of the blue. They had never really spoken but he seemed like a nice enough guy. They had exchanged numbers and he gave her directions to the frat house. After she and David had shown up Mark had quickly begun talking to her. He was cute, she realized. Nice hair, big smile, and quick with jokes. They had chatted for a while and she knew David was getting irritated, but she was allowed to have guy. So ... maybe you’re right. Maybe we could try fishing.”“I think the licenses are legitimate. They certainly cost enough, but we’ll be careful if we decide to fish.” With one last look at the falls in the far distance, the two turned back toward their camping spot from last night.They hadn’t blazed their trail, but being seasoned backpackers, they had left subtle signs that would help them return on the same route should their memories not suffice. They had also put waypoints into their route on. At worst they were effeminate, but still seemed mostly male. I just never could understand being attracted to another man. I'd always loved -- and still love -- women. I earned a reputation as a good lover by being attentive to my partners' needs, not just 'getting off' and then, getting off. I always tried to give as well as I got. It was rare that a woman left my bed unsatisfied.After Cherie and I split, I hit a dry period. I got as horny as I ever did whenever I was without sex, but I opted.