Your friends and you were having a long important talk in the living room, and it was about your choices who would you he with, you enjoyed Clay's company and his comforting touch, but you knew deep down that he would treat you like his own wife Bloberta when the love dies down.

But with Reverend Putty, you felt ffeed to be yourself and often went to the library to read, went to take walks with him, talk about your day and his, sleeping in the same house. You did that with Clay but you would end up seeing him drink his highball.

Your friend took a deep breath.

"Do we discuss this again, just to make it clear who's good for you?"