My wife, whom I loved andworshipped, was treating me like some pathetic toy. The worst part wasthat anything I did to assert myself would result in m...re pain andhumiliation than anyone could bear. So, I nodded. I hoped that bykeeping my head down the whole way, I could avoid being recognized, andnot have to see the people whom I knew would be laughing at me.The slow walk home was as horrible as I had imagined. At least a dozenwomen stopped Nanny to look at the "baby," laughing hysterically. I leaned too far against the door and it swung open just before they pasted my room. Blanked faces filled the hallway. Instead of seeing a guy, there standing next to Rebecca was another girl, just about her age wearing a bikini as well. She had blonde hair and had a young face and I estimated about a 33 or 34D bra size. “Oh, AJ, this is Jackie.” Then suddenly it hit me. The outfit, the way she didn’t care when I tried to flirt with her. She was a lesbian. “So when were you going to tell me you. She and mom havebeen close since they met in this cottage and only admitted that theywere in love with each other yesterday. They can't have any children dueto mom's issues giving birth to me, so they are happy to adopt all fourof the girls as their own daughters."Mr. Babich broke up the discussion by telling them it was time for bed,letting the trio decompress and let the weekend's events settle in. Mrs.Horton had to hide her smile at the whole turn of events, telling theyounger man, "Teams. Hunsucker?" If this shit keeps happening, it's a real possibility." I think you're right, but you gotta promise me one thing." Keyboard looked at me closely with her intense dark eyes. "Don't do anything rash. The girl that kills one of those two is gonna be tried as an adult and go to the chair, or whatever they're using these days." Okay." I laughed nervously. "I promise not to kill anybody. I'll let somebody else do it."We both looked silently at each other for a long moment. Then she gave.