Carl. He thought I was sleeping with Patrick. I wasn’t but I knew that he was getting suspicious, so you know what I did? I went out and fucked Patr...ck. He wouldn’t have done it, not sober, but I got him so drunk that he could barely find his own feet. I timed it so that Carl would walk in at just the right time. He didn’t even have to say anything when he saw us together. I knew by the look on his face what he thought of me. I knew it was over. I wanted him to be the one to end it. I deserve. I did take the time the next day to purchase a new set of clothes and to arrange for my current clothes to be washed. That job would be finished by the time I returned to town after my next hunting expedition. That evening, I returned to the saloon and joined in on the poker game.The play ran for an hour or so with the same man winning the majority of the big pots and the dealer winning the other big ones. The two of them were over $150 ahead when I suddenly interrupted the game by announcing. Any straight guy who’s been told that there’s a feminine part of him would react that way. That’s my point.” Now I was mad. I didn’t know exactly why, but I was mad. I didn’t say anything. “Look, Randy, I know you’re straight, and always will be. I’m not questioning that. Listen, everybody has a masculine and feminine side; the Yin and the Yang. That doesn’t make you less straight. It certainly doesn’t mean you’re gay. I never meant to suggest that.” “Well, I don’t know about Yin and Yang, but. Does he have a girlfriend that spends a lot of timethere? Or are they his clothes?"Her eyes grew wider as if she suddenly discovered an answer. "Or perhapsthey are his and maybe he dresses up for you and you two just date girlsto hide the fact that you are actually a couple!" What?! No! Wait." I looked around frantically to see who might belistening. "Look, let's walk outside and finish this." No," she huffed, "I need to go see Meghan."I followed her toward the door. "Just give me a minute,.