But that was because I was a working prostitute when I was picked up. And that was not by my choice at all. Simply put once I was away from where my f...ther could easily influence events and where he was not apt to travel the attitude of those he 'hired' to take me out of my home country changed. Suddenly I was like any other, no I think, lower than the girls they had payed to gain access too. At least that was my perception. Then again until the moment that one of them demanded to be able to. ”“Why?”“First of all, that may help you remember the good times during your dark hours. Now let me ask you, can you make a commitment right now to never do anything to harm yourself.”Pleading, “I need time to think, Sean.”“OK, I’ll drop it for now. But one more question. Can you make a commitment to trust God, that you can depend on him no matter how desperate you might feel in a given moment?”“Sean, you’re really laying it on me.”Holding Jeff’s shoulder tightly, “OK, that’s all, just remember,. ‘OK, bug man…that’s far enough. Take your friend back.’ Gary didn’t move, enjoying her reaction to the wandering bug. It inched up her arm toward her shoulder and a long green leg stretched from Kate’s arm to her chest. His attention followed, taking advantage of a legitimate reason to focus on her soft, smooth skin. He heard ‘Hey…hey…’ and rose again to save the bug. He extended his hand toward Kate’s upper chest and said, ‘May I?’ He placed his hand, palm up, on the cool skin in the shade of. Could have been depression. Might have been drugs. I was oblivious to my surroundings most of the time.Harmony visited me every day—the high point of my dispensary stay."Hey, boyfriend," Harmony said as she held my hand and stroked my face."Hey, girlfriend," I parroted. "Thanks for visiting me."Harmony talked. Often she'd ask a question and I didn't have an answer. Yes, I was still pretty much a blank page. I guess that was my primary attraction as the boyfriend of an exclusively homosexual.