Would it help if I was gay?" Iresponded."Well, we might just have been able to squeeze you in if you were gay butwithout that you really have nothing.... You're not from an ethnic minority,not female, not disabled, sorry differently abled, we're not allowed to saydisabled any more, gay or Trans. So I am sorry we can't employ you." So you can discriminate against me because I am mainstream, and that is okdespite the fact I am the best person for the job, just because of somedaft quota?!"It's not a. We’d talked about sex before, I was a virgin, he’d done it twice. He went to the toilets, I decided I needed to go too. On the way out, there was a Durex machine. I didn’t know what they were, but he smiled and told me to get some I’d need them one day. The sign next to the machine said ‘this machine does NOT give out M&M’s’. I’ll never forget that. Anyway, there was nobody in the bogs, so I bought some, so did Chris. We must have looked so red-faced when we went back to sit with his mum.. Much closer than servant and master usually were. It was nothing she could put her finger on, just the odd look, the slight lingering touch. She mentioned this to Donald.“Oh, without a doubt.”“Doesn’t it bother you?”“No, why should it? They are grown men, what they do in private is their business. We had men like that. I remember one couple particularly. Charlie and Mark. They loved each other dearly, you only had to look at them to see it. They were nicest, kindest pair you could wish to meet,. "Wow... A singing language... It's so melodic... But what the hell is going on?"Cindy sat on the branch and watched for over an hour, trying to understand the singing language. After a while several of the people started pointing at her and watching her back, puzzled by her behavior. Cindy suddenly realized that tiger squirrels were not such patient observers, and she ran from the scene. By midday she rejoined the squirrel pack. They jumped and welcomed her when they saw her, and Cindy decided.