."Marcia had a sudden intuition of what Phoebe was trying to say but shegave the girl a chance to say it in her own way, to finish in her owntime. She...was having trouble finding the way, but it seemed importantthat she do so."I'm not even sure that I like...boys." It's okay," Marcia said.Phoebe shrugged. "I know it's okay. But I don't think it would be okaywith mom. Oh she's for gay rights and all that. She's worked on AIDSprevention programs and volunteered at the clinic and she signs. I was scheduled to visit a place on my manor that was reputed to be the site of a major miracle and drew pilgrims from all over the Continent to view and touch the blessed stones that the "Virgin of the Spring" had stepped on with her sainted feet. It was a good political move because the local peasantry had emotional attachment to the legend and they much appreciated any high-up acknowledgement of the powerful effects of the presence of the site in their region. I had the benefit of hindsight. "What happened to yourhusband?"Hilda looked a bit sad. "My husband... he understood and we parted ways.I loved him, Donnie, but... Marie ignited a feeling in me I'd never feltbefore."I finished with the sealer and closed up the case. I looked at Hilda inthe mirror. "So, you think I'm gay?"She smiled. "I think you're human. That's all. Maybe you are feelingsomething for Mitch. That's what I'm saying."I shook my head. "I think it's the clothes messing with us. I don'tthink I'm gay."Hilda. I then moved up to open your door for you. You were standing in front of it. You turned and faced me, put your arms around my neck and leaned up to whisper in my ear, “I want you right here, right now!” That was all I needed to hear.I leaned down, putting my arms around you, and kissed your beautiful lips. My hands slid down to your ass as I moved down and started kissing your neck. Mmmmm…the feel of your soft flesh on my lips was divine. I lifted up on your ass and you wrapped your legs around.