" Well, what can you tell? What makes you think anything's going on?" Her bra. I found a woman's bra in the pocket of a suit he wore to worklast wee.... Last week I was out of town for two days, you remember?Well, this morning I was checking his pockets, getting it ready to taketo the cleaners, and ... it's a lacy, frivolous thing no decent woman ...well, anyhow, while he was in the shower I started looking around somemore and sure enough, tucked in his underwear drawer, there were thematching. When I pulled the candy cane colored pickup into the parking lot Wilson came out to greet me. "Are you alright? You sounded depressed," he said."Wilson, I'm always depressed," I replied with what I felt was candor."No you are not, you depress other people," he said."I need to get back into my routine. I don't function as well outside a routine as I thought," I replied."It's just afternoon, I can pull the boat out and we can go fishing," He said."Hell let's do it," I agreed. The boat was kept on. As a bisexual I was very curious to see what my restrictions would be in a new environment… I can tell you… not many! The mix of people also reduced my awareness of being one of the youngest people there ( I’m 24), everyone treated everyone as an equal and it was a great feeling.The main social area was very welcoming, it featured a bar with a wide variety of beverages which, were served by amazing ( and cute) barmaids, who you could chat with and just be able to feel like you’re in a normal. Those fights always ended the same way, Mom was left crying and Dadwent to drink.I knew that I was different then, because in my first grade the kidscalled me sissy and other things, I had only girl friends to play withbecause the boys didn't want to play with me.I didn't care any way because for me those boys' games were alwaysstupid and rough, I liked more to play hopscotch and run along with thegirls.This day is different, I looked on my way home how a black Van wasfollowing us, and how they.