I wentto the office because of two reasons.The reason before my primary reason was to ask for help finding anapartment near camp Randal that is accept...ble to me and me being LGBTQ+.My parents recommended the apartments and rooms near the camp randalarea because when they were at UW, the apartments and room are big andbuilt in classic style buildings. No, sheet rock or drywall sub-subdivided, super small cubicles with high rent. Also, it was a chance forme to begin the opening up process.The. Outside the arena, a Lexus SUV pulled up to the entrance and stopped. The driver side door opened and first one then two black stockinged legs appeared. Teresa stepped out and surveyed the scene while she fluffed her hair with her hands. She made a quick inspection of her appearance and adjusted the hem of her skirt that had ridden up during her exit from the Lexus. Teresa had indeed followed Mark's instructions on her apparel for that evening. Her selection was a black strapless cocktail. She was talking to her best friend, Joyce:"Hi, what's going on today?" I heard Joyce ask."Just the usual, laundry, vacuuming and then I have a showing this afternoon."I should explain my wife works part time in a realtor's office and Joyce is a friend from the real estate office where she works. Joyce is about ten years younger than Linda."How did it go last night?" Great!" I heard my wife respond enthusiastically.She'd gone to a Tupperware party the night before. Anyway, that's what she'd told. This horrific event and comes out on the other side in one piece.”“What are you studying again?”“Psychology.”“Oh. I’ll keep that in mind. Am I a subject? An experiment? Or...”“Not in any way. Don’t think that. Ever. You are a man I admire and care deeply for and we’re going to leave it at that.” She stood, held my forearm and squeezed with her fingers. “I’ll be back for you in the morning, Mr. Buckley. Try to get some rest tonight.” Click, click, click, she left, with those telltale high heels.