Third encounters of the close kind - a happy ending
73(Please make sure you read the previous Hub to this before continuing this third final part of this "coming out" tillogy. Thanks!)
I am lying in my bath, with suds up to my neck and I am slowly wrinkling in warm Radox bath lotion. I am alone. (My bath is big enough for two adults to share.) I am thinking back on what happened earlier in my eventful day. Where do I start? With meeting her parents? No, I’ll begin with the cafe where the trouble started...
It was lunch in one of my local hang-outs, a quiet Italian cafe, where the coffee is great. Cathy said she lived and worked nearby. The cafe was small and homely. The staff were very pleasant, and the food was always good.We were in a little world of our own. Cathy was not letting me out of her sight. It was quite funny. I said nothing. I had planned to try and let Cathy put some distance between us, because I wanted her to spend some time away from me. I felt she might be surer of her feelings for me. I had this feeling that it was important somehow. I desperately needed to know that this was real.
I didn’t want to annoy her. I wondered aloud – what were the chances of someone she knew seeing us together here like this? Cathy looked mortified and said maybe we should go somewhere else. I pretended to ignore her. She put the same question to me, and I replied smoothly that everyone knew about me and my situation.
I was unsure of how things were progressing. Cathy had texted her mother, and had still said little about what was happening at home with her parents. I wasn’t worried, but wondered what was going on inside her head, and how to broach the subject. It’s funny how things turn out in the end.
The meal was over, and we were sipping our coffees. We were sitting in a booth, which was concealed from the front of the cafe, but we could see where most people sat. The cafe was nearly full. Cathy suddenly noticed three people that she knew, all sitting at a table at the window. They waved to her. She hesitated, and then waved back. They worked with her. One of them came over, and Cathy muttered “oh shit”, and smiled and they greeted each other. I was introduced. I watched Cathy very carefully. I invited her friends to all join us. Cathy seemed mortified, then said yeah – why not. They came over. I got a gentle kick from Cathy under the table, and smiled inwardly.
We chatted together for a while. They all seemed like nice people. One of them knew Cathy’s mother. Another girl asked where was Cathy last night? Cathy seemed stuck for words. I said she stayed over with me. There was a brief moment when Cathy looked at me and I thought I saw a flash of something, anger perhaps. Cathy’s friends seemed not to notice. “Actually, Cathy has something she wants to tell you all...” I said suddenly. Cathy was now turning red. They all looked at her, knowing something was up. “Cathy...” I said slowly, ignoring the kicks I was getting under the table from her. “...is happy to tell you that she will pay the bill.” There was a silence. Then laughter and the conversation returned to normal. But Cathy shot me looks that could kill. I ignored them, and smiled at her and winked. When her friends left, Cathy turned to me and she was not impressed. She was angry that I almost “outed” her in front of her friends. I told her that she was going to have to deal with the issue sooner or later. She said she wasn’t ready. And not in here...
We stood up, putting on our coats. I asked her did she know anyone else in the cafe? She said no, then asked why I wanted to know. I told her I wasn’t going to always tip toe around in her wake, trying not to “scare the daisies”. She was gobsmacked. “I thought you liked me” she said in a forlorn voice. “I do”, I replied, my throat suddenly feeling very dry. “But I don’t think you are mature enough to handle someone like me yet.” She looked at me in surprise. I told Cathy maybe we should spend some time apart and should think about things a bit. Then see how we felt about each other. She looked ready to cry. “Are you saying...” she didn’t want to finish her sentence.
“Cathy, if I were to kiss you now,” I asked, “right here – right in this cafe...what would you think? What would you do?” She looked back angrily at me and said she would hate me and would never speak to me ever again.
I walked out of the cafe back to my car. She caught up with me, and asked what was wrong. I told her to ring me later. Much later. Then I left her and went home.
I noticed my iPhone going mad as texts arrived and I simply ignored the ones sent by Cathy. I tried to analyse my feelings. I have been down this road before so many times. Thinking it was real, and getting my heart broken because it wasn’t real. I hated myself. I hated what I had done. I hated that I seemed to be pushing a very sweet girl away from me. I thought of her warm eyes as they would catch me unawares, and how they melted me inside. I lay on my bed, and finally cried. I could smell her perfume on my pillow. I held it to my chest and squeezed it tight. I knew the first few texts would be angry, maybe even furious. I then imagined the latter texts, the softer more imploring ones, the begging-to-meet-me and talk-to-me ones. I needed the emotional tirade to give way to reason and logic.
After twenty three texts, she rang me, and it was a weird call. She called me all the horrible bitch pig whatever names under the sun. She said she hated me, and then she seemed to break down and run out of steam. I had only one name to call her. I called her a lesbian and told her to wake up, and then I hung up. Now what was I to do? I went and looked in my fridge for something my grandmother had recently brought over, a Swiss recipe cake.
Seven pm. I was just leaving the local gym, having worked off some of my angst. I had a shower and treated myself to a pedicure. Simply divine! In my car, Cathy rang. Her voice was soft, and strained. She asked to meet me. Where? Her house. Her parent’s house? Wow, now this was more like it. I put her address in my GPS, and about twenty minutes later, was parking outside a neat red-brick terraced house with a small garden somewhere in suburbia.
I had a package under my arm. Cathy opened the door before I even rang the bell, and she hugged me like crazy. I fought back the tears and hugged her back. She told me she was sorry for being an evil Troll. She told me to burn those texts. I said that isn’t possible on an iPhone, and anyway I never read the damn texts. She took me inside, took me down a long hall, and into a kitchen-come-mini-dining-room. Two people were sitting watching “Who wants to be a Millionaire” on TV. They were her parents. Her father was Indian, over-weight, and balding, and was impeccably dressed; her mother was from Thailand, and looked frail and tired, and she gave me a watery smile as I greeted her. We went and sat at the kitchen table away from the TV. Cathy did the talking.
She said I was her girlfriend and she had stayed the night with me. I looked with new respect at Cathy. Cathy had told her parents about me. And apparently hadn’t left much out. Her mother offered me a cuppa, I said I’d love one. I told her the gift was for her and Cathy’s Dad, and I produced the Cake my Grandmother had made. Cathy’s Mother smiled at me. Inside, I was mentally hugging Cathy for her stentorian efforts here. She seemed to be on my wavelength because she was smiling at me. She liked the cake idea too. Her father never once looked at me. My brain was working like a Cray computer as I pondered what might he be thinking.
I was asked what I did for a living, and where I lived, was questioned about my parents, my life, even my education. Any other time or moment in my life, I would laugh at these queries here. But this wasn’t the place or time. I just answered as honestly as possible, and kept my answers short. Somewhere in the middle of all this, Cathy slid her hand in mine as we sat beside each other. Her mother pretended not to notice, but it was obvious. I felt sorry for her, and wanted to give her a hug. Cathy squeezed my hand. Her hair was brushed back and combed in a neat ponytail, and she wore a black polo-neck shirt that rumpled nicely over a lovely red short skirt. I did my very best not to gaze at those olive skinned legs of hers. I was amazed at how relaxed Cathy seemed. There had obviously much soul searching going on in this house this day. Her mother looked at me. She guessed loudly that this was the way it was going to be from now on.
“And we are to live in shame and disgrace for ever”, boomed a voice and it was Cathy’s father, who now suddenly joined us. And just as I was putting the cup of tea to my mouth. I nearly burnt my gob off!
“Oh dear,” I said softly and slowly. I was sizing him up carefully. “In spite of what I have told Cathy and her Mom, you must think I am a terrible person.” There was a dreadful silence. He said I was right on the money.
I told him that I was aware that I might be making things bad for everybody. Right again. He was short, blunt and to the point, bless him. And, I continued, (ignoring some signals from Cathy beside me) – he was afraid of what was happening and was very worried and very angry. He was about to agree again, but stopped in mid flow. He just nodded now.
I have watched and studied my Boss stand toe to toe, nose to nose with some pretty tough characters on million dollar Mega buck Deals, where one twitch would make or break a deal, and he would never be the one to bitch out or back down or blink. He had a quiet demeanour and raised the art of soft speaking to an art form. He was also a man who worked hard at always trying to read people and figure what they were thinking. I learned more from him than most. I tried to emulate some of that as I sat here in this little room, sandwiched between these three people.
I told this proud man before me that he was right to be afraid about things and to be angry. When something changes with someone, and the change threatens peace and tranquillity in the home, the first urge is to not want the thing to happen. I told him I was glad he felt that way; I was relieved he felt that way. Why – he asked. Because – I replied - a bad father would not have reacted the way you have, or might not have been sensitive to that and might not be as concerned or as caring as you. You are a good Father. You care about Cathy, and I feel that about you - you don’t want bad things to happen to her, and you are afraid of the shame which might visit you, since you don’t deserve it. And in the end, I finished – we are all afraid of a change or a thing we do not understand. Even if it is a woman like me, who has taken a fondness for your daughter. And you know nothing about me whatsoever. This is your house, your family, your rules.
I stood up, looked around at everyone, and said - and perhaps I have overstayed my welcome. Cathy held my hand tightly. Tears rolled down the Mother’s face. No one spoke. Cathy’s Father looked at me very intently. In a house like this, the Father’s word is LAW. He was looking through me. He looked at Cathy. She looked at him beseechingly. Then he told me to sit down. It was then that he noticed the cake...
That had been several hours ago. I was aware that the bath water had cooled quite a bit, so I slowly climbed out and slipped into my bathrobe and unplugged the stopper. I watched the water as it gurgled away, like a bad memory. I dried off and put on some jeans and a T-shirt. Damn I smelled great! I applied a small bit of make-up and admired myself in the mirror, plumping my hair with my hands, then I snuck on some gentle romantic Cuban Guitar music in the living room, and lit some scented candles. It was near that time. I felt excited.
A text message let me know Cathy was at the door, I opened it, and in she came. She looked as real and as radiant as ever. She threw her arms around me. We hugged and held each other for an eternity. She managed to squeeze a tear or two from my eyes. We flung ourselves on the big sofa. I noticed some new jewellery – a small neat necklace, and wrist bands that she hadn’t worn before. She was wearing that same sexy red dress. Mmmh! Nice! She babbled on about her father and how he seemed to be finally getting used to the idea of having a gay daughter and that it wasn’t the end of the world after all, and that we were all taking baby steps, and about how her mother seemed to latch on to me even more, and that I was a welcome person in their house. And how smart I was to not even blink when her father said he was a bus driver. And that I better get more of that damn cake ‘cos her father seemed to like it a lot!
Holy Triple Mother of Everything, I yelled! Slow down, woman! We laughed. I held Cathy close to me. What a crazy few days it had been. But it came right, Cass. I asked her did she hate me. She laughed and said no, and kissed me. She said she knew what I had been trying to do. She said I had escalated things somehow. She understood why. She said I had made her face her fears. I started to say something but she put her finger to my lips and pressed them closed. We were okay. And we were here now. And I knew now what I had all along needed to know. She was not a mirage, or an optical illusion. Cathy was a miracle sent by God into my life. For reasons I didn’t yet understand.
Cathy had brought wine and some French bread since she knew I liked it. As we sat in the kitchen eating and drinking, and all the time holding hands, I felt a bond with this amazing girl that was stronger than it had ever been. I was truly prepared to do anything for my Cathy. I was besotted. I knew I was in love with her.
“You know, Cassandra” – she said slowly – “it’s funny how you seemed to know what to say to my Dad earlier. Funnier still that you said you never read those texts I sent this afternoon, since I explained some stuff about my Dad being old fashioned and a proud man and all, in those messages, near the end...” She smiled at me. “I was hoping you might read them if you were going to understand things eventually.”
“Ahem...well, Cathy,” I said, sipping my wine. “All that stuff about me not reading your damn texts. It’s a good job I lied!” She stared at me and yelled – “why, you cheeky...!” We fell around and laughed like crazy. And as the evening went on, and with the warmth of the wine melting the coldness away, we slipped out of our inhibitions and clothes and dove together under the big Duvet and our two bodies melted into one.
Outside in the London night, a light drizzle of rain pattered on the window. Here inside the bedroom, a Cuban guitar expertly serenaded the two of us as we lay on the pillows, cheek to cheek, arm in arm, listening to the music, and feeling each other’s heart beat. We were two women so very in love.
As long as we were together, nothing else mattered.
Copyright (c) 2009 Cheeky Girl
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Awwwwwwwww that was just bloody the best read ever !
Merry Christmas Cassandra & Cathy, may you both enjoy your first Christmas together, have the best one ever CG, you know I love you to bits xox
nice hub cheeky girl! have a lovely time together and marry Xmas.
I thoroughly enjoyed your love story. May you and Cathy have a blessed Christmas. ( I am actually a tiny bit envious, but in a good way)
Love wins :) I enjoyed your story and the happy ending! :) I love happy endings! Merry Christmas to you and Cathy. Take good care...
Now I am happy. Its a happy ending, you are not afraid to say things here. I respect this in you. Be all that you can be.
Really good, I did read before the other one I'm going back now though. Thanks.
This is truly unusual, even for you. You are a very special lady, you always were, and always will be to us. Now I believe. Tell Cathy I love her, ok? Expect more traffic from us. On a more peprsonal note, didn't you leave out some juicy bits there or are you editing here for Cert "U"?
Happy New Year Cheeky Girl. I read 1, 2 and 3. I had no idea but what do I know? I am old enough to be your mom. I am happy you are happy. You are a fantastic writer. Inspire with the love you have in your heart for others. I love that about you. I pray that you have an awesome New Year. It sounds as though it started out to be very happy. In Love Joy and Peace. Your friend + + + Blessings.
I never get tired of looking at this. The end part makes me want to cry.
This was more than I expected. I even liked the funny and warm ending. There is always warmth there. You answered one of my questions somewhere in that page. I appreciate what it is to be a woman who is loving another woman. I will take a long time to fully understand it. But thankyou for some very enjoyable reading.
holy triple mother of everything! that was so cheekygirl :) you perfectly wrote every beautiful scene from your life. oh please, tell me you'll have season2 lol..THANKS for sharing, it was a good read
just amazing
yeah, that's your line exactly :p I was just joking bout the season2. I know the feeling of having written something enough..coz I had a series that I felt to end so soon LOL Ya, I'm a real fan :)
Hi Cassy! This is soooo well-written. You're definitely a gifted writer! I just loooove the way you wrote First, Second and Third Encounters. You have drama, lust, romance, fighting, suspense and a love story. Wow!
It takes a lot of courage to be who you really are -- you and Cathy definitely demonstrated that. I'm sooo glad everything worked out. Both of you deserve to be happy.
BTW, since you are such a great writer... have you thought about creating something for TV or movie? No, I don't work in the business. I don't have that much knowledge about the process; so, I don't have any tips. For more info, you can check out this book on amazon.com: "Pitching Hollywood: How to Sell Your TV and Movie Ideas." Maybe there's something similar that you can do in the UK.
Good luck!
:)Allie
You're welcome and thank you, Cassy!
Astra Nomik left me a comment in my hub about "Creative Writing Jobs Online" and she mentioned you. I thought technical writing can be lucrative -- for example, working for tech or pharmaceutical companies can start at six-figures -- but, the work might be a little bit dull.
The way you wrote First, Second and Third Encounters made me think that you might have a bright future in screenwriting. I have not read a script, but I think you can get one from your library or you can buy one from amazon.com.
If you're interested in learning how to write for TV, I read that a half-hour show can pay about 5-figures. Of course, a movie would be a whole lot more. So, it might be worth your while. Be careful sharing your ideas because many people will try to rip you off. The book I mentioned above can give you some tips on how to protect your ideas.
If you decide to do that, I think you'd be great. You shouldn't have to give up your cool day job -- it would be too risky to do so. I read that Sly Stallone wrote Rocky in his spare time while he was working for a movie theater.
Good luck!
:)Allie
You're welcome, Cassy!
About Cathy... I found Astra Nomik's hub a few days before I read your First, Second and Third Encounters. So, I was confused about a lot of things at first. You mentioned that you had a crush on Astra Nomik; so, I thought this must have been *before* you met Cathy. When Astra Nomik left a comment on my hub and mentioned her friend, Cheeky Girl... I thought, isn't that interesting that Cheeky Girl and Astra Nomik keep in touch. How nice that they're all getting along. Cathy must be so secure about their relationship -- that girl seems so understanding.
Anyway... now that I realized my mistake, I think the two of you are my favorite couple. I just love your love story. Cathy is great and with a good sense of humor -- just like you! I'm really happy for both of you.
Good luck with whatever you decide to do. Technical writing can be dull, but it can finance other writing projects. I'm glad you have a friend who works for a London radio station and can help you break into tv or screenwriting.
Thank you for your kind words, big hug and your blessings. I sense that you, too, are kind with a great heart. Blessings to both you and Cathy... as well as a big hug!
:) Allie
Wow - I am so happy there is a happy ending and that there are some father's who DO understand and know that the important thing is that someone is loved - doesn't matter who by.
I am proud to say I have brought up my children not to see color or sexual preference, but to see the person for what they are worth....this father seems to be the same!
Cathy is a babe, as are you, jeeez I wish I was female now xox
I heard that. (Trying now to picture TattoGuy as a woman...) - wait, I will get my eyeliner....
Um, the 2 pictures are slightly different. Is that on purpose? I have to figure how to put it on my pages too.
Art has many hubs already.
I will send ya a pic of me crossdressing at the weekends. hmmm shall I wear my black or red stockings lol , loves you two girls loads xox
Lively and lovely. I admire your nerve. Great hub!!! I'll be here often!
I snuck back for another read, Cassy. We are good to go, baby. Part 1 and 3 are my favorites. These encounters are part of me now...
Wow Cheeky, I'm so impressed! Besides your writing which is wonderful, you really knew how to handle someone that needs to be in control. Not sure if it's in control but I'm talking about how Cathy's Dad was hurt and didn't want to accept change. You let him feel in control of his family and that you respected him and would walk away (as you were praying he would do exactly what he did). I'm so happy he did do that. It shows that love for his daughter was what really matters when you look at the big picture. He respected you for doing that and it made Cathy's life so much easier. You did a great thing by handling it like that. You could have easily said she's a grown woman and deal with it but you knew that showing respect goes a long way. I'm so thankful that you wrote this and we all got to read it. Truly one of a kind! :-) Jess
"Cassy and Cathy lived happily ever after"..lovely story and explicated in the most vibrant manner..I am so very happy for you both..I realize how difficult it would be to convince an Indian dad..does Cathy write too on HB, under what name?..it is great that you are publishing these hubs in a book..I am sure it would be a bestseller..all the best for that..I am feeling so happy and relieved after reading your story Cheeky, somehow I am getting the feeling of triumph..Hey, I strongly suggest you should publish the 2nd season and should take it forward from there, plz plz..Thanks a million for sharing..sending lots of love your way..
Cassy, Magic Boy is on the right track, we want season two! :-) Your writing just draws people into your life so I know this book will be a huge success. My grandfather is not Indian but Italian and similar in a lot of ways to Cathy's Dad. That's why I loved the way you approached the situation since that is exactly how people who want to change the mind of my grandfather would have to do it. I understand the type of man he is and that he comes from a good place although they are definitely a tough nut to crack! My grandmother is from Ireland and Scotland so their home is always interesting to say the least! Totally different personalities but they make it work somehow..LOL. I look forward to seeing your book, and wish you well with the hard task of screen writing! Thank you again for sharing a piece of your life with all of us! Jess
I loved reading this trilogy and like a good book it has left me wanting more. I am now off to read one of your other Hubs to see how you handle a different subject.
thanks for these three hubs i need to come out about myself to my family.i only told friends about me.lost a few but'my family will deal somehow right.
hi, Cassie. May I call you Cassie? I did read the trilogy and feel glad I did it. The idea of gay thing is alien concept for me. I never have problem with gay people but I am not really understand how that happen. But reading your trilogy teach me something. It make me understand, despite all gender problem, inside we only look for the same thing, love and companionship from someone our heart calling. Thank you for let me look inside your relationship and learned from it. I kind of impressed by how at very young age you can understand who you are and become so mature and independent, not just in financial but also in your mind. You know what you want and live by it. Very strong girl.
I supporting the idea of you writing a book. I would love to read it.
When I said I don't know how gay can happen I don't mean in how one can feel attracted on similar gender, which many book already explained, but more on how situation around the life of one. Which is about how you can reach and find the other companion or how you will describing the way and the act inside the relationship. So far, movies and books only described it in the way which in my sense really uncomfortable. But your story gave further look on the feeling and the idea in your mind, which is calm and really self understanding, and somehow in it's way, sweet.
I really enjoy it and widening my understanding about it. Therefore, I should said thank you for writing it. Have a nice day for you too. :)
the top part is so intense I love it I am holding on to my set..so is she gonna say it lol..Great this is way cool..It's a movie in my head love the entertainment and detailed. I also have ran into a few situations like that and help others deal lol...so realistic Nice...still reading ........
not for nothing.. But don't you love that when you can smell he missing awww..lovely...
I love how you describe the parents!!!
I swear man this is art..I am smiling and crying at the same time..lol...I am in love with the conversation peace you shared with the dad..Very tight with the wording and man with the description of the parents you gave that picture all together is a Grammy..still reading....
Fantastic ending...Thanks for the amazing read...I understand much more the connection to my poem you and Astra had for ?she my Girl friend...This story touches my heart and so many other friends I know I will share the greatness..If the picture are your lady's you look lovely and bless sooooooo much love and luck to you and your glow....Passionate thanks!!!
Awwww your more then welcome your energy feeds my life...I love the fact that it is real...All my poetry is real most of them are written during the moment... That how I ventilate lol..I am A fan yes yes...You and Astra are amazing...Continue moving forward...Much love and Respect and Hugs to you too,,Cheeky Girl!!!!
Look forward to your New Art...
Cassy - you write from the soul with wisdom and clarity. I love this story! It is obvious you have become comfortable in your own skin, and that is something I admire greatly in people. Thanks for being you!
Love - Light - Laughter
Neil
hello there just want to say happy new years to you and Astra!!! bless
I have what I call a "weak force" in my life. Amazingly, everything that happens to me turns out having a reason. And here, in this moment, I now have you.
And I'm dumbfounded.
Beautiful, wise, independent, clever, ambitious, strong, and now, loved by so many, not to mention your beautiful Cathy (I so love your love of her). What next Cassy? I've known you only minutes, but I'm exhausted keeping up.
That said, we are quite alike, you and I - raised by very special grandparents, passionately married to our writing (and, for me, also my art), caring for others, impassioned with life ... and independent to a fault.
Again, what next? Perhaps a screenplay is in your future. You certainly have both the skill and the passion. Perhaps a Broadway play. Perhaps you'll find solace in inspiring us others who can't help but care about you. All I can say is good luck and believe in that we believe in (and love) you.
Oh, and just so you know, 2011 is going to be one of the greatest years yet - best wishes to everyone!!
Girl
humongous )))))))))))))))HUGS(((((((((((((((((
love kimberly
awesome work, thank you
Cassy, great writing here, sounds like you found a keeper. Sometimes the things in life that are wortwhile are worth fighting for! And she is pretty also! :)
Cassy, if you mean now I know as far as your relationship status, I have known that since I read your profile, so no suprise here, I am glad you are happy!! :)
Cassy, the only problem I have with your lifestyle is you Ladies are keeping all the best Women to yourselves!!! LOL you should be used to my warped sense of humor by now!!
Don't worry just teasing!!! I would never knock your lifestyle!!! I am not in the market anyway!! been married a long time!!
I found this to be endearing, exciting, fulfilling to read. I've just begun reading Cathy's work, but had gotten an impression of her. After reading this, I was right on in her expression and reactions to issues. For you and her to reveal to her parents your love for each other was amazing. The fact that her dad was Indian and didn't create a ruckus was astounding. True love is amazing. Thank you for sharing your story.
Man, I love happy endings! I'm definitely looking forward to your books :)
Stormy weather, cloudy days, afternoons together turn into a haze. No one knows love like those who really feel the pain. On the surface this is kind, but underneath it all lies the game.
I like it, I have taken down my hubs about women in love because the god bothering mob got to me. Now I just post recipes. You have guts and you have charm. Thanks for being on the hub pages and restoring my need to be here. Cheers F.
Wow, breathtaking story and I love the happy ending indeed! =) Well, I was tearing up by the end of it to be exact. When I came to the part with dad noticing the cake (connecting it with the bath tab scene) I actually thought for a moment that the cake made it in your face (ups, sorry!) LOL but I was happy it was not that dramatic, though fathers (the good caring ones) can be really intense at times =) Now I have to go and check out Cathy too, I read a lot of yours and Cathy's insightful comments at Fehl's place but it takes time to get around hubs especially for a newly born hubber like me LOL Sorry for being so slow, will be catching up soon! =) Happy for you both, I am glad your love story blossomed so greatly over the years! Wish you all the best for many years to come! =) And, of course, astonishing writing! And I forgot to say it before and nearly forgot now - what an impressive art work you put up with the stories, is it your drawings or Cathy's by any chance? So talented and shows the character just right! Awesome all the way. =)
This was a very sweet story. After reading all three of your stories, it reminded me of my relationships with the whole "coming out" deal. I'm glad there was a happy ending :)







































sabrebIade Level 2 Commenter 2 years ago
I love reading your Hubs.
They seem to convey an intimacy that is very hard to get down in writing.
But you do it.