A woman walking down the street with a matronly escort caught my eye. Her platinum blonde hair stood out like a beacon, highlighted in red from the di...play of the setting sun. She wore a shy, sad smile on her beautiful face. Though wearing a reserved gown, I could still tell she had a petite, attractive figure lurking beneath the dress. "Stop the presses — who's that?" I said in my best Nicholson Joker."Presses?" Mercurio asked me with obvious confusion in his voice."Local phrase," I chuckled.. "Thank you, kind sir, but the selectors tend to look at the longer term and there's a bundle of teenagers who are almost as good as me and could be better." I know the feeling. Blackheath used to be one of the leading sides but we just don't get near the Heineken Cup sides now."Ellie rejoined them. "My two Incredible Hulks," she grinned."You, tiddly sister, are asking for trouble. Yes, Jenny is tall but she certainly isn't a hulk." Ooh," Ellie giggled. "Watch it girl. He's after you."She moved,. There was nothing I could reply."We don't want your sort here," he said, his yellow teeth bared, his spittle flecking my cheek. "You've got your own gay-bars, stay there. Then we know where to go to burn the lot of you." He raised a clenched fist at me."I'm not gay . . . ," I started to protest, but knew it was no good. How can you explain to a Neanderthal that you exist outside their sexual arena? That their concepts of homo- or hetero- sexuality do not, could not, apply to yourself?"Christ,. How are you?”“I'm good, but I'll be better when you get your bitch-ass over here.”“Ummm, right now?”“Not this instant. Let's say eight o'clock. You know where St. Michael's is?”“The church?!? Yeah...”“When you get there, follow the campus signs to the Sisters of Guadalupe. Go to the front desk and they'll bring you to me.”“You're at a convent? Is this for real?”“Do I sound like I'm joking, Camilo? Do as I say, you little slut. Your new life begins tonight.”He could hardly believe it, but he.