"Shit. Shitshitshit. How was I going to get out of this one? I had alwaysbeen able to lie my way out of punishment, now here I was spilling mythoughts...out to this woman, who could with a stroke of her pen send me toprison."I want you to know I am here to help you. My job isn't to get you introuble, but to keep you out of it. I won't make any recommendations oneway or the other until we've seen each other several times. Now, why doyou think you are in the bathroom?"I had to pee, I realized. Made. I have Father Charles filling in for me in retirement, and I have a couple of Readers. I was thinking that perhaps I might have someone like Rebecca, someone thinking of perhaps training for the Ministry, to gain some experience of pastoral care. It’d be part time ... twenty hours or less ... and not well paid, but it would provide the usual benefits, an employment record, and, of course practical experience.”“That sounds like a brilliant idea, Dulcie! Can I suggest it to Becca?”“Certainly!. Maybe it’s a blessing that he can’t come to America. This place discriminates against men and my father is a strong, proud man. I’d hate for him to be mistreated. I’m resilient, so I can handle it. I hope we meet again someday. Another thing I’d like to discuss with my father is my true self. While living in America, I’ve discovered that I was bisexual. Yep. I was Haitian and bisexual. A Black man who found both men and women attractive. These days, I am single and celibate. Why? My life is way. "Trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me, huh?" Something like that." Her eyes glinted with mischief and she bit her lip in that teasing way she does, letting him know something big was going to happen."You going to join me?" he asked, removing his shirt and tie."Not this time. Just take your time and make sure you don't miss any spots."He gave her a questioning look but didn't say anything. Tossing his clothes in the bedroom, he went to the shower and did as he was told, the.