”We finished our meal, I paid for it, and we walked outside. I escorted her to her car, and she turned to me. “Give me your phone, please.” I un...ocked it and handed it over, and she tapped at the screen for a moment. “There, now you have my personal cell number. Call me.” She pressed my phone into my hand, leaned in to plant a kiss on my cheek, and opened her car door. “I’m available this weekend.” I stepped back, and she waved to me as she drove out of the parking lot.I barely remembered. Nallen stood behind me, not pushing me, his very presence a comfort. I giggled, hearing something crash moments after ringing the bell. It took time for the locks to disengage, the knob to turn. My heart was threatening to hammer out of my chest.I think Mom was surprised with the ferocity of my hug. That first day on Allland my parent’s reaction to my disappearance was a major component of my thoughts - when I was given time for any thoughts. I pulled back, looked at her for a few seconds then. ”“You’re fucking Chad, you asshole!” she shouted. “STOP lying!” she implored, grappling me, taking two fistfuls of my cinnamon colored polo shirt into her claws and shoving me backwards, into an open closet.After we entered, and I nearly stumbled over a bucket and some cleaning supplies, she propped me up against the wall, and a couple bros, walking by and laughing at my predicament, pointed at me, and one of them stuck out and wagged his tongue and slammed shut the door to the closet.It was. We set off to the Mediterranean, and the sea was calm and pleasant. A refreshing breeze made slight ripples on the quicksilver surface. I guess we would curse the heavens if we had to rely on sailing wind, but in the motorized yacht, it felt like a blessing. There were no other people around, and I could fully succumb to my feminine side. I spent long hours sunbathing on the deck, wearing nothing but a small bikini or bathing suit. My friend, or husband as I now called him, seemed to like me.