It was time to put up or shut up. ‘You all know what I was. I was a detective, and I believe I was a good one. I respected the rules, and tried hard... to be fair, and to this day I have a clear conscience about the people who got banged up, and those who walked away. You are all wondering if I can be trusted, am I a friend first, or a policeman first? Well, you deserve a straight answer from me. Let me make myself crystal clear. I am a friend first, middle and last. If you decide to fight, I am. His response was to grab my face and kiss me! I kissed him back for a brief moment before I realised what I was doing, then pushed him away.“What are you doing, you’re gay!” I stumbled.“I’m not”, he stuttered, “I’m attracted to women too. It’s the person for me, not the genitals.” Not knowing what to say to that, I sat looking at him for a moment. He looked so miserable. I reached out and took his hand.“I really like you, but I’m not convinced I’d be enough,” I whispered. “Please, let’s try,”. ”“Huh?”Julie sipped her coffee. “I’ve already said I don’t necessarily mind a little playing.”Terri smiled.“Whoa now, Let’s be clear. I’m not wired for relationships with girls. If we did anything, it would be as friends having fun, got it?”The redhead nodded.“Second, there’s something I want and you’d have to agree to it in order for us to have fun.”“What’s that?”Julie blushed. “I’ve always wanted to tie someone up and have my way with them. I’m really submissive in bed and I want to be in. As I was growing up the companycontinued to grow, slowly my father was able to go from doing actualconstruction to being more of a manager and boss, work that he wasadmittedly not great at. The work was hard on him and he would often comehome in a bad mood, he yelled at my mother a lot, he ignored me just asmuch. Things got worse before they got better, he came home drunk often, hebeat my mother on several occasions, he even hit me a few times. I amthankful that my mother was able to leave him.