Auch ich war immer wieder in mehr oder weniger festen Beziehungen. Es muss wohl so 95 gewesen sein als mich ein Nachsendebrief erreichte, indem Luisa ...ir schrieb, dass Angela an AIDS gestorben war. Ihr Hetero Partner, der nichts von ihrer Vorgeschichte wusste hatte sie angesteckt. Wenn das mal keine böse Ironie ist. Noch heute, wenn ich dies schreibe dreht sich mir der Magen um.Was nun mich betrifft, hat das Schreiben der Geschichte wieder einiges aufgerüttelt was die Zeit schon begraben. Christie hurried off to her next class with her bodyguard Marcia at her side.Christie found herself fidgeting and feeling all fluttery just before the meeting with the Dean of Students. His office was in the administration building. As it turned out the Provost of the university also joined in the meeting – a woman who appeared to be about seventy years old.The Dean’s secretary ushered Christie into Dean Holcutt’s office. Marcia waited in the lobby. He, in turn, introduced Provost Marietta. Becky drained the glass of lemonade and then gingerly sat down on the couch several feet from Reverend Wilson. Demurely she placed her hands in her lap, her feet and knees together and her back straight. She glanced up at Reverend Wilson and said shyly, "Please Reverend, I... I... I hope you can help me." and she felt as if she needed help but she wasn't sure why."You have to trust me, Becky. You have to trust me while I prepare you for a woman's place in the church... and for becoming a wife. Again I started the timer on my cell phone as she headed up.That was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. But again, I was determined not to be early. I waited until the timer went off, then I waited for what seemed like another ten minutes, although it was probably thirty seconds. It was time to go upstairs.The master bedroom door was closed. I opened it slowly. There she was, in bed, with the comforter pulled up over her. She was grinning evilly. I walked up, thinking that if she.