My second cousin invited me out to this fetish club for a band that he knows. He said it was a goth industrial type thing, and he was into that whole ...cene but I wasn't. So he told me he'd give me an outfit. The outfit was a bit over the top. This ratty looking dingy black shirt with these leather pants that were obviously for someone living an alternative lifestyle because the zipper ran all the way around the crotch and up the back. It made me a bit uncomfortable at first because, first I. Here’s a news flash for you, Reverend. People don’t care about other peoples’ opinions of how they should have sex. I know all about your anti-LGBTQ rants and ravings. You need to figure something out, Marcy. As much as you might think that you are the sole keeper of how humans should have sex, science has proven that sexual preference is genetic.”“It is not! It is a choice! Those people chose to be gay!”“Really? Let me ask you a question, Reverend Marcy. How old were you when you chose to be. "How do you feel now?" I don't know," I replied, my voice very husky. "I have no idea what Ishould do." I almost whimpered at this point."Ssssh, baby. You don't have to decide anything right now. First order ofbusiness is to get you showered, freshened up and get some food insideyou."She bent forwards and kissed me tenderly on the lips and offered her handto me. I let her pull me into a sitting position on the bed, and satthere for a moment. She was wearing the white uniform she had worn when. I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for you. I ... I'd pretty much given up on the whole thing until I met you. You gave me something to fight for again." I don't understand."He reached over and put a hand on her bare knee. "Tomorrow. I'll tell you tomorrow." They rode in silence for a minute. "Let's change the subject, shall we? You had something you wanted to tell me last night, but I was in too big a hurry to listen. Now, I will, I promise. What is it?" Oh, it's nothing." Tell me."She.