John, unusual for the time, was an out gay man, he was slender, handsome, and charming. We had a work-friendly relationship that never amounted to mor... than brief conversations and sharing of jokes. I never had the slightest sexual attraction to him or any other man, that was to change in a big way.After a while, our conversation drifted into the more personal and John opened up about bathhouses as places he would go to have sex. I was fascinated, the more I listened the more I wanted to see. When I got out of the shower, Brian had already laid out one of my best outfits, not supper sexy but low cut. I quickly dressed, opting at the last minute for heels rather than flats. As I came down the stairs, my son asked where I was going. I started to stammer but Brian interrupted."A friend of Mommy's has a date tonight and your mother is babysitting for her." Why are you dressed up?" quizzed my daughter Ashley."After her friend gets home, she and Mommy might stop for a drink," Brian. ’ ‘Jesus Christ…the serial killer?’ I stood up from my seat, and let the files drop into Peterson’s lap. ‘Corporal Peterson,’ I said, as I left the room, pausing before closing the door, ‘you may deal in intelligence. But I…I deal in experience.’ I left Peterson in the room, and went to find Elena. She was sitting in the living room with Albrecht. ‘Hi, Alphonse,’ she said, seeing me enter. I sat down next to her, and listened as Albrecht finished up his story. ‘But when I looked down, I. "Grrrr," she growled a lot when she was upset. "When I said juvenile, I didn't mean in terms of age, you idiot. I meant that most of them have records and have spent time in fuc ... In Juvenile. You do not belong with them, Geo." She then gave me the stare. In the stare, she pursed her lips, leaned forward, and put one hand on her hip.It was supposed to be intimidating, but I just thought it looked like she needed to be kissed.I in turn gave her my most penitent, sick puppy look, and she melted.