.. wait, girls played softball, not baseball, but she was sure she played baseball. No matter. She turned the sound up to see who was playing and what...the score was. The announcers' voices came over the air as they described the game. "It's getting on to the late innings on an overcast night here, and Johnson is pitching a gem of a game, especially considering he was pressed into service unexpectedly when Mullaney never showed up at the stadium tonight. Still no word on his whereabouts, by the. "If I understand you correctly, both of you are straight," Dr. Steinobjected."So, what the fuck am I supposed to do?" I burst out."You must determine for yourself just how rigid you are in yoursexuality. Most people are not one-hundred percent straight or gay.Perhaps, you are bisexual and don't know it," Dr. Stein suggested."Look, I've had sex with a girl...pretending to be Jake, long story, and Ididn't like it," I said.Dr. Stein decided not to discuss the ethical problems with what I justsaid.. She looked a nice and shapely woman, even though she did look a bit nervous again the first impression was this was someone I would like and would be happy to employ. We had coffee and biscuits and after the usual small talk, we agreed that we would give each other a trial of a month to see how it goes. The plan was that she would work three mornings a week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday although I was flexible with the days in case anything cropped up on the family front. We agreed she would. I grabbed our wines again while removing my digit from her overly sensitive box. In a normal voice, I asked, "And what shall we toast to now, my love?"Mary caught on, albeit slowly, and grabbed her cup for our commemoration. I offered, "To many more years loving you, darling."Mary seemed uninterested in my bland toast and offered this, softly, "To many more years of you bringing me to orgasm in public and private."We 'clinked' our plastic cups and drained our drinks in one fell swoop. After.