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It was a blessing that Monday was a workday. Dianne was strangely uninterested in my weekend. Perhaps we both knew that we had to get some serious work done, before the upstairs dragon noticed. At lunch she came to the point.
‘Weekend – dish the dirt.’
‘How do you know it was dirty? Okay, it wasn’t exactly clean either.’
‘Give me the potted version and don’t tell Abe.’
It wasn’t that I was afraid to tell her the full depravity. I was over that, but from a distance of a few hours, the events seemed unreal. Did we really do those things? It seemed unreal as I told her the events of the gay club.
‘Where do you go from here?’
‘Good question, Dianne. I think it is over. Regrettable, but over. He has gay tendencies, but is afraid to come out to me. After all we have done together, he lets a little deviancy, which is no longer frowned upon in most western countries, stand between us. I’m over that stage
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