"You know damned well what she was doing!" mum interrupted, "What she's always doing. One of these days she'll end up pregnant and not knowing who the...father is!"Aha, the argument was about my sex life, mind you it usually was. Okay, so I liked sex, but this time I was innocent of whatever it was I was supposed to have done, I'd not had sex for over a week, ever since I had bust up with my last boyfriend."I don't know what she was doing," dad retorted, "I only know what that damned interfering. .. like I'm telling a secret too intimate to expose to strangers? I know that sounds ludicrous, compared to what I've already revealed. But that's the way I feel.So I'll just dumb it down a bit and say that, during that session of lovemaking, she was able to let her inner desires out, and did not resist what his stated intentions were.In fact ... she welcomed it.Which probably explains why, an hour after he had finished trying to impregnate her, she sucked him back to life and climbed on,. I did catch him staring at me a lot as I worked and his conversation was sort of sexual, but not quite. You know, he'd say jokingly, "My last cleaning person wasn't as cute as you." That sort of thing. But I'd had enough experience with gays to know something was afoot.The next time was different, to say the least. I showed up ready to work and he said he had to go and mail some letters. He went out the door and I went into the bathroom. It didn't look at all dirty, so I figured I'd have an. I did, and she stayed with me. I warned her to take it easy and told her about my first marathon, when I had felt great at five miles, pushed my pace and paid the price at about twenty-two miles, when I hit the wall and the last four miles felt like forty, pure hell.We ran together. Slower than I wanted, perhaps quicker than Connie preferred, but we finished together, hand in hand.A tad over four hours. We were ecstatic. For Connie to run such a good time on her first marathon was incredible to.