Downstairs Nancy, as Jeff liked to be known as, logged onto the computerand surfed the web, checking out TV/TS chat rooms, looking at picturesof trans...ender men and women and ordering some new clothes from the M&Swebsite. Nancy settled back after switching off the computer, listeningto some Ella Fitzgerald, and so it was that she didn't hear the backdoor open, or the arrival of Jane at the doorway"You know I wondered what your secret was, but you know I neversuspected it was this!" Jeff jumped. It's okay, sweetie. I'll bet Larry will love you inthis." You know...what? And Larry? What the heck does Larry have to do withit." Sweetheart, we know you're gay. It's okay, baby. Some people are. We'vetalked about it. We joined an online group for parents of gay kids. Notall of you wear dresses. Just use protection, okay? And if you need totalk to someone, it's okay. We want you to be okay being gay."So there it was. My parents believed I was gay. It didn't matter how manytimes I told them I. Walking down the hallway, I spotted several ofthe staff, but they quickly moved out of sight. Following him down thestairs, my spike heels clicked on the hard floors and followed him down tothe basement, a part of the mansion id never been in before. I had no ideawhy I was down here until I saw who was secured in one of the corners.It was my attacker, at least it partly looked like him. He had been shavedall over, even his head. A red ball gag in his mouth kept him silent andhis wrists were. One or two willbe a lot to handle. Don't go crazy."Bebe laughed. "I'm just fantasizing." Yeah, well, I know you. Fantasies become obsessions for you. Make surethat you keep some perspective. Even Angelina Jolie doesn't have twentyfour kids. And I suppose that Blaine would be the father of this brood?"Bebe sat and nodded. "Of course. Can I be honest about something, Nan?" Of course, sweetheart." I know that I've been obsessed with Blaine for a long time, andrecently, my therapist asked me to.