A faint whiff of creosote tells me they're torches. I want to turn toward each one as if I'm a daisy and it a tiny sun.Martin doesn't rush me, but he ...doesn't slow, either. Eventually, he stops."We're turning left. Another threshold."The air is warmer, and there's a feeling of enclosed space. I can't tell how large the room is, or what might be in it. My fingers itch to reach for the blindfold, and I'm glad for the pressure of the cords against my wrists.Martin guides me forward a few more. Patch is a lesbian. She had never really picked up on guys and had decided that it was okay.It crushed me when I had found this out, but I have no problem with the homosexual crowd. I believe that marrige and relationships only depend on one true factor: love. She loves women more than men. I was okay with that. I still am and I don't think I can be rocked from that position.Anyway, patch left art school and we hadn't talked for a while after until "the serious event" happened. I was happy to. After a bath in the best smelling water Ronnie had ever smelled, Kathy had him put on a silk robe that belonged to his mother. She sat him in front of a mirror and began to work with his hair. His hair was fairly long but not as long as Kathy would have liked. However it was thick and curly and she knew that with the right cut she could make it look very cute and feminine. In a few months she would really be able to do a lot with it.Ronnie was in a trance. He simply sat in the chair. We talked about current affairs and how she got into singing. The daytime job was paying the bills and the singing was her passion.“Anna why not come by our place and I can take you back home since we are close?” Kristen asked.“Alright as long as I will not be imposing. I don’t have any plans for tomorrow,” Anna replied.I did not think Kristen was picking up on what was taking place. I had a feeling that Anna had other interest in Kristen beyond a co-worker. It was going to be an interesting.