Even with all of that, I still kept my new sexuality private. I couldn't think of how to broach the subject with friends, so I kept it to myself. Even... my best friend, whom I had known since grade school, I could not be honest with him.I also learned that just because you saw a person naked, male or female, it didn't mean that you had to have sex with that person. No matter how cute or sexy they were. Amazingly - yes, I can admit that - sex wasn't just about getting off anymore. It was about two. In my own pond, I'd be the big frog, but this isn't the little pond, this is a prehistoric pond with other denizens the size of pickup trucks.And that's the worst thing to happen to me – I'm surrounded by people who love me and some of them are smarter than me. I shall pine appropriately.Alan and I are having some 'alone' time. Terri has strategically taken off on an excursion with Susan and Jason in search of her beloved fried onion rings. She knows that she's giving me and her dad some time. The electricity came in from a line from the south that ran between the two mines. This electricity was totally unreliable, off sometimes days at a time. There was an ancient generator in one of the airport hangars for backup when the power was interrupted.It could have been from WW2 but I would bet it was a leftover from WW1. The voltage marked on the meter was 230 at 50 cycles meaning nothing of any consequence from the US would work. As small as it was, I wondered how it could power. I was waiting for tomorrow night very keenly, I had ordered to come by 6.00, they came in exact time, they were bowled out by my house, it was a private villa, with private pool, which had 4 bedrooms, one made up bar, and a lawn for myself, they came in readied, I had told them to wear sexy sarees, I still find sarees more sexy than any modern outfits, as real sluts, they started speaking about money first, they wanted 50k for both included, I smiled, don’t worry about money whores, you will.