Dyllan had left Barclay's apartment rapidly. He had been in haste so long and didn't know how or when to tell Georgie. "Maybe for an understandable fact she will accept who I am. It's not like Ned or Mac or anyone on the mother truckin PD knows. That's the good part", he said aloud. Just then an attractive, sexy young woman came walking around the corner of the brick building that was a couple of steps behind Dyllan. He heard the noise. "Hello? Who's there?" he asked stoked and petrified. Girly girl laughter came; but that was all. "I have a gun...and I know how to fucking use it if you don't answer!" he shouted to the unseen thing. "Maybe I smoked too much of that pop on the way home. It must be just illusions. "Dyllan" said the voice. It had been Georgie. "Georgie what the hell are you doing out at 2:30 in the morning?" he asked sarcastically. "Walking", she told him with a kiss and hug. Her brown eyes had shown dazzlingly with the shining of the full moon. Dyllan took a deep breath. "That's what I was doing too", he said to her; though he was lying atop his teeth. "I guess I should have stayed with Barclay a lot longer and gotten stoned with him", Dyllan muttered lightly under his breath. "May I walk you home, Prince Dyllan?" asked Georgie. "Why yes you may Princess Georgie. Those tight sexy leather pants look good on a Princess like you", Dyllan said. "So when do you plan to have sex and all that?" Dyllan asked aimlessly. "I guess that one was random", Georgie said after kissing him again but this time longer than before. "I'm just wondering baby", he exclaimed as a cover up. "Are you high tonight, Dyllan; because you never act like this", he said walking and looking at the walls of buildings. Now that they were walking he wanted to tell her about the pop that he had injected and the truth but he couldn't force himself to do it. "No, I guess I'm just to tired", he said idly. Maybe Georgie was more meant for her than Barclay had thought and he had run the images of, Barclay and him kissing just a few moments ago. He anxiously pulled out his pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his shirt and lit one. "Baby, do you have an extra one that I could smoke?" asked Georgie strangely. "No Georgie, I don't. You've never smoked before, why start no", he exclaimed. After a moments worth of silence Georgie spoke in a cold voice: "is there anything going on between us?" The moment had come. "No", Dyllan lied. "Why?" "Because lately you haven't been around to answer my calls whenever I call" "Baby, baby, baby I love you and I mean that. There is nothing between us", he said giving her a quick kiss. They continued to walk on. Finally a few minutes later they came to Georgie's apartment. They gave another quick goodnight kiss and then departed each other. After Dyllan and Georgie left each other it was almost three o'clock in the morning. He had turned emotionally depressed. Maybe I love her, maybe just maybe. He got home and went to his room quietly. He sat at his desk and turned on the light that sitting there. He picked up his pencil and pad of notebook paper and wrote: I AM DAMN SORRY....I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.....I FEEL SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH TWO PEOPLE AND CAN'T STAND IT....I AM BISEXUAL! DYLLAN P. QUARTERMAIN!