I see a trend here, Sigmund.”“Where would you place Rachel on your scale, Kinsey?” I asked the sexologist. “I would put her at a four, I think...” Kinsey said, “she is mostly heterosexual, but does enjoy the company of women. I think that her reaction to Caitlyn-”“Your scale is bullshit, Alfred,” Freud scoffed, “you can’t put a numerical prison on a something as free-flowing as sexuality. You have to factor in the relationships, and the maternal and paternal power dynamics of the-”“Not everyone. "So I agreed to my Papa's demand and we went to meet with Slant. When we arrived at Slant's hut my Papa had me enter first and then he slammed the door closed behind me. I tried to open the door but he must have barred it with something because it would not budge. Slant was waiting for me inside of he laughed at me when I tried to open the door." "Nobody turns me down," he said. "Then h-h-he forced...," Tara unable to say it broking into racking sobs and Avriel wanting to comfort the woman slid. This. Person. Please. Get. Forwards.” Yelled the marine, obviously quite angry now. “I know he’s in here, our AI is telling us that. Will you get your fucking sorry ass down here or you will be arrested and charged with desertion.”I hesitantly raised my hand, and all eyes turned to me. “I think that’s me, but I haven’t volunteered for anything.”He came over to us, a look of barely suppressed fury on his face. “What the fuck did you think you were doing? Why didn’t you get down the front with. It wasn't exactly the homecoming I expected. I dropped my school work off, made coffee, and started on my homework. I wanted to finish it so I could have the rest of the week with just her and me. I knew that I was going to have a long conversation with her about her eating habits and that she needed some exercise to build her muscle tone back up.I tried to do my homework, but I couldn't; I just sat there and cried. How could I have created the mess I did by leaving? Why didn't I try to talk to.