”“I’m not fat!” Becky screamed, stomping her foot, and the gym shook just a little.Sean laughed again. “That earthquake and your baggy sweat...suit beg to differ,” he said.“Ivy, Kerry,” she said through clenched teeth. “Could you pwease get the measuring tape hanging there on the wall.”They obeyed, and Becky cracked her neck as she glared at Sean. She stood with her legs spread wide, and her hands on the waistband of her pants near her navel. Her sweatshirt bulged ominously behind her arms as her. "You're Traci, aren't you? The new girl?" someone asked."And our newest cheerleader!" a guy added."Wow! Great looking, _and_ she knows football!"Traci blushed. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it. They guys were acknowledging her presence, and it felt...good! "Thanks," she mumbled, both for the compliment and for the proffered cup of punch."So where'd you learn about football, anyway?" Jack asked. "Most girls aren't interested..."Traci nearly choked on her drink. She had to be. So on the Saturday evening at 7 he dropped at our house and we started going over office files. Meanwhile Priya was serving us tea and other goodies to eat, at about 9 pm Priya said its time for dinner, Vinod are you leaving today, he said I shall leave now as its late, I intervened and said, don’t go its already late and we have not finished our work, he said ok. Then we went to have dinner and during dinner I slipped into Priya’s plate powdered avil 75mg tablets without her knowledge. I told. You see, I am bisexual. What is a bisexual? Someone who is sexually and emotionally attracted to both men and women. For those of you who are puzzled that I bother to explain, keep in mind that I live in Ottawa, unofficially known as the Land of the Bigots. There are people here who seem genuinely unaware of the meanings of terms like bisexual, gay, lesbian or queer. They also seem unable to differentiate culturally and individually between African and Arab, Hispanic and Asian, Middle-Eastern.