much recently.”
It amused Joshua that Sul y was more concerned about where his party buddy had been than the alteration in his sexuality. “Just coming to terms with it. I’ve kept a low profile.”
Sul y continued to look at him intently. “That’s no reason to hide yourself away. You’ve been missed in the after-work scene, you have good friends there.”
“I appreciate you saying that.” Joshua shrugged. “I guess I had some figuring out to do, and I haven’t yet told the family”
“Ah,” Sul y responded. “Good luck with that.”
“It’l be done soon.”
“So, is there someone special?”
“Yes, the guy who made me realise. His name is Stewart.”
Someone cal ed Sul y’s name and held up a phone. Sul y waved then slapped Joshua on the upper arm. “I hope we get to meet him soon.” He nodded in the direction of the reception. “Oh, and don’t worry about Helen, I could tel her you’re spoken for, if you like?”
“Probably for the best,” Joshua replied. “Thanks.”
Sul y lowered his voice conspiratorial y. “Actual y, I’d been thinking of asking her out myself, so you’ve done me a favour.”
He saluted as he walked away.
Joshua laughed, watching him as he headed off.
Do I feel any different ? Yes, it was if some of the weight he’d been carrying around had been lifted off him. It hadn’t been hard to do. In fact it had felt good. It was bound to be easier with work col eagues and friends than it would be with family. Nevertheless, he was longing for next week to be over.
Once Donna was happily married, he could sit down with his parents and tel them about it and it would be out in the open and done with.
As he returned to his desk he pictured his mother’s face. She didn’t have a bigoted bone in her body, but she would be sad. It was inevitable. She aspired to having a daughter-in-law she could shop with, and grandkids. His dad was old-fashioned and set in his ways, and he might have more trouble coming to terms with it. Would his father be able to look him in the eye once it was out? He hoped so. Rueful y, he faced up to the fact it might take time. A long time.
Fifteen years ago he’d thought the hardest thing he’d ever done was tel ing them he didn’t want to go into the family business with his dad, and that he wanted to go to university and work in high finance instead. That was nothing compared to this.
* * * *
“Bloody hel ,” Hol y exclaimed into the night. She’d been lying in bed with her quilt over her face, wil ing the images and sensations to go away, but it was even worse than the night before and her libido was raging like a forest fire out of control as a result.
Next door, Joshua was taking control of proceedings, undressing his lover in between long, luxuriant kisses. The emotions she was getting from him were positive, almost elated. She couldn’t quite fol ow it, but something that had happened at work had made him this way. He’d also been to the doctor and his col arbone had mended. Tonight he was fit enough to get it on with Stewart just the way he wanted.
Stewart was the dominant lover in their relationship, but Joshua liked to feed it back, he liked to exhibit his gratitude and his wil ingness. Hol y sensed wave after wave of emotion coming from Joshua, and it was powerful stuff. The accident had made him appreciate what he had, made him want even more of life’s rich experiences.
Riding on the tail of his emotions, she felt breathless with excitement and she found herself smiling, even though she didn’t ful y understand why.
I want this . That was why. Even though she had spent a good part of the day cursing it and seeking the advice of her sisters, she knew she wouldn’t give up her secret viewing ability for the world. The experience was deeply erotic, arousing and almost exalted in its richly textured emotions. To experience just a taste of it was too good. Somewhere deep inside her mind a voice reminded her she had