"I followed her out the door to her car. Once we got in, she backed out and drove down the street. She didn't say anything, and I didn't either. I was... afraid to talk because I would always say things that get me in trouble. She then pulled into a convenience store and stopped at the gas pump. The tank was on her side, so I knew if I had to pump the gas, I would be walking around the car and be exposed in public once again.Sure enough that is what she wanted to happen to me. She said, "Whore,. ’ Secondly, I was able to derive a reasonable income from it, and thirdly, I was also able to live a relaxed life, unlike my hectic former existence.After the initial apprehension by the locals, once they realised I was gay, things settled down very quickly and soon the novelty of my sexual orientation hardly raised an eyebrow. I was always amused nonetheless, by the folks who would later tell me that despite knowing I was gay, I seemed to be a fairly ‘normal’ person.As an aside, I have to. Sweeneyhad made, and took them into the dining room. I wondered if the ooohsand aaahs were caused by the sight of the scrumptious-looking dessertsor the feel of our legs and asses by the horny whores. I assumed thedesserts won the honors because each diner took one of each and two ofthem asked for more. One of them suggested that the desserts might havebeen created with the mystery salad dressing. Miss Amy looked at mequestioningly and I said, "I don't think so Ma'am. Mrs. Sweeney didn'thave. With a large sigh (why pick on me, even if it is the season of goodwill to all men, there are limits) I agreed to take him away and I had to pass his house on my way back home.We started trudging through the deep snow past the houses in the country lane and I was enjoying the silence of the falling snow when Hugh commenced a slurred and personalised version of "'twas on the Good Ship Venus ". I tried to shut him up but he just became louder and louder.As we passed the last house in the lane.