‘Wouldn’t be surprised, Grover. Not a bit surprised.’ ‘What can I do for you, sir?’ ‘Have you been out there yet?’ ‘Sir?’ ‘KIC 846...2852, the system. Have you been out there yet?’ ‘No, sir.’ ‘Really? I’m surprised.’ The President was staring at him, as if taking the measure of his predecessor once again. ‘Oh? Why’s that, sir.’ The President turned in his chair and looked out the window. ‘Don’t you want to?’ ‘No sir, not really.’ The President steepled his hands in front of his face, took a deep. It was her sixth night out in the past ten nights. Twelve nights ago, she had discovered Adam’s recent obsession with online sex workers and real-life whores.Adam’s obsession got the better of his judgement, not least of these his consideration to hide his indiscretions with some effort. Edna had used his laptop to retrieve some documents, and upon opening it, found three open chat dialogue boxes, and an open internet browser with several tabs opened to pornographic sites. What first. ’ Shaun thought about it, but declined. ‘It’s about time you got out, anyway,’ he told her. ‘Is it just?’ she retorted, with her hands on her shapely hips. ‘Yep. Out you get,’ he ordered. ‘Make me,’ she dared him. Shaun had been invited twice, and he wasn’t going to wait for a third invitation: he stormed the shower with a grin, stepping out of his pyjama pants as he went. Her heart was suddenly pounding as he approached, naked and dangerous, but she stood her ground as he stepped into the. But rather than judge me harshly, Marc accepted this history as part of ‘who I was’. And his acceptance felt good, curative in fact. And because of Marc’s acceptance, I found myself volunteering details of this ‘journey of discovery’ that I never thought I would share with anyone. “Tell me about it,” Marc insisted. “It was late…our parents were asleep. I snuck into Gary’s room, locked all the doors, and we were necking in his bed. I was wearing a t-shirt and panties that I slept in. Our hands.