As it always was, the street outside was alive. Clubs, restaurants, street vendors, sidewalk artists and human statues all competed for my attention. ...o many people, music coming from every direction, the aromas of delicious food, the multitude of languages and accents, and the atmosphere of life was nearly a sensory overload. I would have loved to walk, but with so many bags, I really needed a taxi. Arriving in front of my new home, it glanced up at my building, the bougainvilleas draped over. He said he wants to be my first."She made a fact. "That was unexpected. Should we invite him to theparty?" What party?"She frowned. "Oh, I guess I just spoiled it. I'm giving you a partytonight." But, I can't go to a party looking like this!" I was panicking. Thiswas just a game between my wife and me. I wasn't ready to mingle. Ithought this was just playing around with her for a birthday treat."Why not? You've read plenty of stories where the husband is celebratedfor his coming out. I've even. I get the stories directly from the writers. Have you ever had a problem with the pay sites raiding your stories? About the pay sites, I don't know. I did have a problem with a pay site when they started up. An author gave me a story, then sold it to them, but forgot to tell me! So they freaked when I posted it to the newsgroups! Some pay sites have 'attacked' like sharks when they 'sniff' a potential 'rip-off', yet I've never heard about you or Mindy 'auditing' them. Do you get some sort of. FOR WHAT?" IM SORRY....I DON'T KNOW....I!" Sobbing, sounding ashamed now, the energy dwindling from her movements, arms relaxed against the restraints."IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT I WILL RING THEM MYSELF, HAVE THEM TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME....WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? BECAUSE THATS WHATS GONNA HAPPEN!" I'm pointing to the telephone, walls and doors away, in a far off room."NO!....Annie." The shouting seems to be over.I move and sit on the end of the bed, facing away from her."Owww....Fuck....Im sorry.