So why feel guilty? It has to be normal to someone. * I joined the army to prove I'm not gay - Hell, I was number 347 in the draft. Remember I grew up... while we were playing policeman in Viet Nam. I quit school and got a job within days of the lottery. I'm not gay either, but feel no need to prove it to anyone.* Sex had nothing to do with it - Give me a break, I started dressing to feed my adolescent libido and sex had everything to do with it.* We all went out shopping at the mall - I hate. I didn't ask her age but guessed early 40's. Since I had other errands to run I gave her my phone number and told her it was nice to meet and if she would be interested in dinner to contact me while she was in town. She took my number but then said politely that she is married but was flattered by my offer. I then left and wondered if I would hear from her.Three days had went by when I got a text on my phone from an area code I was not familiar with. The text simply said "Hello". I text hello. . Ann..."I laughed, interrupting her before she could finish, finishing for her. "Green. I know. But you wanted to know didn't you? I mean really? Isn't that what these fun, naughty little chats are all about? Sharing confidences, even secrets at times? And I'll be honest with you about something else too mom, since we are hopefully being honest with one another here. Just talking about it, gets me all horny and aroused again. Which I'm getting now, imagining what Steven probably looks like, if. To our left, the local levies massed as a mob, their leaders laughed at us, saying we would fall into our own traps. I explained to Gretorix – the appointed ‘general’ of this band of Celtic warriors – that I intended to make the Romans start advancing up the hill before attacking. If we attacked while they were at the bottom then we would tire ourselves charging down and then lose any advantage of height, we would be fighting on the level. He scoffed at such cowardice (as he saw it), but agreed.