"For the last time, I'm not gay, bisexual, or anything else you want me to be man." He stopped abruptly and swiveled to face me, keychains dangling from his bag. "Alright, alright. It was just a question." I sighed, exasperated. If God existed, he sure as hell was out to get me. For any normal person, at this point, it would've been better to work alone. But who said I'm normal?All Rights Reserved