” I looked at her again, wondering if I should ask the next question that had occurred to me.She smiled. “Go ahead, ask,” she said.“Do your fa...mily know about your sexuality?” “Yes,” she said. “I came out to them about two years ago. At first, they thought it was a phase I was going through. They didn’t hassle me at all, just let me get on with my life to see if I would grow out of it. Eventually they figured out that I wouldn’t, and they love me for who I am. My mother was a bit upset at first,. I had to read all the stories, too, to seewhat he had in mind, but it wasn’t easy. There were somany variations. Would Gary loose me in a card game?Sell me to pay a gambling debt? Make a foolish wagerwith a coworker that I could not be seduced? Did heintend to show me pornographic DVDs of busty whitewomen getting screwed by big black studs while heplayed with my pussy? I kept waiting for him to bring up the subject but hesaid nothing. He didn’t even bring home a big backdildo for me to play. I begin to sweat, drink does not help, I need to go to the bathroom and try to calm. In that moment, he leans towards me, touches my forearm and asks me something. And I don't hear anything! I just hear my heart pumping and a sound of my blood rushing through my veins. I politely excuse myself and rush to the bathroom. My legs were not listening to me, I almost fell of those stupid high heels I'm wearing. Finally I'm in the toilet, pressing my back onto cold wall, breathing deeply, trying to. “Did you know you talk like a grammar book.”That’s how we ended up at midnight discussing the case, eating cold pizza, and finishing off the three liter coke.She finally noticed the eight shot .22 mag revolver on the night stand. “So why do you have that gun?”“I’m a creature of habit. If I didn’t have that within reach I’d probably die in my sleep.” I admitted.“In that case, if I feel paranoid, can I come sleep in here? You have got an extra bed, and you don’t like me very much,” said.“Sure,.