2. Well, I guess I could dabble...

"Bi? Me? Great. I can get rejected by two sexes, now." You give a self-depreciating chuckle, and head into the bathroom for a shower.

This little epiphany is going to be a distraction, and it couldn't come at a worse time: Today's the big paint ball tournament, and the whole reason you're not sleeping in til noon.

Still, it's not like anyone has to know. And there is a certain... danger? Thrill? Excitement? To the new possibilities.

Shrugging it all off, and letting the water wash over you, the next most certain thing in the world occurs after **** and taxes:

Someone is phoning while you're in the shower.