Who you are. And that you got married because it was socially right!' 'You're wrong.' 'Wrong about you loving me?' 'I love you. But my marriage is not... a farce. It's real. The sooner you understand that, the better. I've accepted who I am, thanks to you. You opened my eyes. I'm bisexual, though you'd be happy if I was homosexual. I can love you and love my wife at the same time.' 'Then don't you think she should learn about your involvement with me!'Daniel laughed, 'No, it's much better this. That'd be ok with me." She kissed his temple, "I love you, JD."They stood together watching the water until both of them were shivering. He took them the long way back to the house."Ah! Here it is!" he exclaimed finally, "Knew it was back here somewhere." Oh, what a lovely gazebo." It was a simple screened in building, one small round room with just enough space for two wicker armchairs and a matching loveseat sofa. JD flicked a switch and soft white Christmas light glowed from the floorboards.. It started with two small blonde girls holding hands, both dressed in the same short blue dress, with 3 inch blue heels. All I could see is their backs. There was an older lady walking in front of them. They stopped at a strip-club/adult book store. A big black man stopped them from going into the store.“May I see your ID ladies.”The lady said; “I have an ID but my daughters don’t have one. We are here to see Mr. Tony. Would you please let us in!”“No! not without an ID that shows your age. The attack was very effective as though it was carried out by a trained assassin. When he came across the story he saw what happened to the third thug. He had a hole in his chest, his heart missing. They called it a satanic ritual of disembodiment which resulted in the death of two. The third was still in critical condition with life threatening injuries to his throat. He wondered how and when Satanism gained a level of acceptance in society when writers could explain it in such a way. ‘Were.