"No, the world isn't that warped."I just smiled."Ladies!" I yelled about medium loud.Nobody paid any attention."Not like that," Stephy Ward said. "You...got to do it like on the bus after a meet." She took a deep breath, "Get your butts over here!" she yelled at full volume.The girls all stopped talking and came over in front of us and sat down."See?" Stephy said looking at me.I patted her on the head, then looked at the group."For any of you who don't know me, I'm Tony Sims." There was some. What do I mean by that? Let’s just say that I’m a brother of a different persuasion when it comes to love and relationships and leave it at that. Okay, fine. I’m bisexual. I feel drawn to both men and women, to different extents. It’s not something I go around telling people. I’m not in denial. I accept myself for who and what I am. It’s hard for me to reconcile my sexual identity with my faith and cultural identity. Being bisexual and a Haitian man who’s also a Roman Catholic don’t seem to go. . Its too risky right now” she said while holding my hands and continued “Ricky, butt….. I had a plan for tomorrow”.Then she told me that they had planned to visit some market place and some temples tomorrow……. But she would make some excuse not to accompany them and would stay back in hotel.I looked at her and in low tone said “Ok, as you wish”.She hugged me and kissed me on my eyes and then she left me high and dry assuring me about tomorrow. I was depressed for some time, but thought of next. “Great! Let’s drink up before the beers get warm,” he said laughing. “Yes let’s drink up, you hot man,” I said not thinking. “Kenny did you just call me Hot?” “Sorry… beer loosens my tongue. I apologize,” I said sincerely. “No need to say you’re sorry if you mean it.” “Hell yes, I meant it,” I said grabbing his hand in mine. It was hard and callused, a real working mans hand and for some reason I wanted those hands all over my body. “How early do you want me at the docks?” I asked needing.