I had to stand in the mirror and look at myself and admit out loud that I was gay. For the FIRST time. I cried for what seemed like days. My mom is my...best friend and luckily, had been there for me throughout each and every feeling I’d had.In that moment, I knew I had to come out. When we got home, I went straight to my room. I closed the door, sat on the floor in the corner by my bed, and I started crying. My anger switched to fear. I started calling different friends, hoping I'd hear. As I went outside all the boys in the village teased me for the appearance and the aunties in the road stopped me and they also teased me by the way I have been transformed. I went to the village heads and told them that I want to participate in the ritual and they said, ok u can and from that day my life has been changed.So I used to do all the stuff like the remaining village girls I should wake up early in the morning and I has to do the house cleaning, cleaning utensils, I should do head. She looked out of place dressed like this in the supermarket on a Saturday morning as the distance slowly closed between us as we worked our way down the aisle. I started to letch at Liz as we drew closer and boy did she look good. She hadn't recognised me as she reached up and pulled down a half bottle of gin, which she slipped into her shoulder bag instead of her trolley. I was amazed at glimpsing my boss's wife shoplifting, but then so was the young man in his early twenties who was. On an emotional level, I admitted to myself that Robert was very attractive -- 45-ish, trim, salt-and-pepper hair, a great dresser, and, in my experience, always the total gentleman. He was certainly a more attractive person (looks, personality, and class) than any other boy or man I had ever dated. Lastly, I wondered why I was making such a big deal about being the last virgin in America on her wedding night.After lunch, with a quiet smile and tiny nod from me in answer to Robert's question,.