"Just then, Christine gave a shy little smile and a half shrug. It sort of implied that she had some level of experience with this stuff."You've done ...his before?" I asked."Sort of," she reluctantly admitted. "A few months ago." And you never mentioned this earlier?" Like I said, the nudity thing wasn't listed on the tickets or brochure."I gave a soft sigh. "So now what?"Christine thought for a moment. The look on her face wasn't very serious. She wasn't upset about the dilemma that we were in,. Your mum wouldn't like me touching you, but if you wait a minute, I won't have to." And she went out into the kitchen and came back with her handbag, from which she produced a pair of very thin, very tight tan leather gloves. They were quite stained and a little bit longer than usual. She pulled them on and carefully teased the thin leather down over her fingers. "Strictly speaking Peter, I won't actually be touching you, so there'll be no harm done will there?" Jean, am I going to complain? Am. . which made me a little nervous about the stigma I'd earn being with so comparatively young a man, but also guilty in another way. Adam was gay. He'd known it for years, and confirmed it for himself with me. He was about to embark on the next stage of his life. He would come out to his family and friends, and immerse himself in the gay community wherever he ended up. It felt somehow wrong that I should then monopolize him sexually, if he were to move to my town. He should be exploring, finding. We know that a lot of the visitors here have family recollections of things that went on at Station X which were never recorded and we're rather baffled by a recent find." He led the way back across the stable yard to one of the cottages that had been used Dilly Knox and Turing. "You see that room up there," he said pointing to the windows in a small turret. "That room we know was used by Alan Turing in the early part of the war. He moved out to work with the others in the huts as they were.