She said, “I knew it and I think that is pretty cool.” She was quiet for a minute and just kept rubbing in the lotion. Then she said, “Aunt Mist..., I think I might be bisexual too. I mean I love going on dates with boys and I guess it would be no surprise to you but I have had sex a few times and loved it. But a few weeks ago, at a party, I kissed a girl and I really, really liked it.”I told her I remembered my first kiss with another girl and that I probably knew then that I was bisexual but. It is Rattigan. I have the same name as the playwright, which is why I just call myself Terence where possible. I am no playwright!" I see. Very well, Terence. I shall not mention your surname, unless necessary. Goodbye for now." George! George Montford!" The Governor's voice could be heard calling, within the confines of the box making company's offices."Over here, Governor!" he shouted back. Bob Kempe made his way through to where George was seated at the office computer. "There you are. You. “I didn’t, can’t ……”“S’ok.” I reassured. As least she wasn’t going to run out on me. “Take a moment. You’re upset.”“No, I … it’s just that when Mal told me what he thought you did ….”She saw me quizzically furrow my brow as I pitched my head to one side.“Sorry, when Mal, Malcomb from Red Roof said you were some kind of male …. Well, he wasn’t sure what you were, it sounded like something I might need. I had to come and see ….” “And what do you need?” I asked with genuine interest and concern.. I waited for it to begin to simmer. Then, as advised by the grimoire, I breathed in the vapours and recited the incantation: Je crois boire un vin de Boheme Amer et vainqueur Un ciel liquide qui parseme D’etoiles mon coeur Directly after I said the last word, there was a moment of perfect stillness and I felt the forces of the left-hand path gathering within me – the feeling is quite different from the forces of the right-hand path – an invigorating, martial impulsiveness took hold – a will.