But no one outshone my Michelle. She was a marvel, casually flicking the disc over half the length of the field with almost perfect accuracy. At half-time she stripped off her loose top, playing the rest of the game in just her sports bra. It made my mouth go dry, watching her firm stomach and powerful shoulders glinting with sweat in the Autumn sun. She was beautiful, and I was gay. I let the fact sink into me. I wasn't joking or playing, I wanted her, for as long as she would have me. And I knew that I would never, ever want a man again. I wondered if I...