Dream of me.

“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?" He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Crap. Why …”

“Oh... Blip. Yeah, I see." He sounds distracted, awed. "Your child," I whisper."…”

“You are one brave woman," he whispers, "I am in awe of you.”

“I glance down his body. He's still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I stil…”