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FLAT MATES Part 2 - Chapter 10 - "Our Secret is Out" In a story of romantic fiction, one would expect that the first night of sleeping with one's lover would be accompanied by sweet dreams of flowers, bunny rabbits, and tinkling streams, all under a clear blue sky; and to wake in the morning refreshed and at peace. Well it wasn't like that for me! I had horrid nightmares that involved me being chased by a great hairy monster who, having caught me, hugged me close to its chest so that I was in danger of suffocating. I awoke in a muck sweat from my dream to find that, during the night, I had succeeded in dislodging my wig, half of which I had swallowed!! My nightdress was soaked with sweat and tangled around my waist. I felt dreadful! Gloria, on the other hand, was sleeping like an angel by my side, having had the sense to remove her wig before falling asleep. The sight of Gavin's "boys" face calmly asleep on the pillow with the lacy top of his nightdress visible above the covers produced a warm glow in my heart and quickly banished all remembrances of my poor nights sleep. I leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips. A slow smile lightened his face as he gently came to. He softly returned my caress and I felt his hand slip inside my knickers. I hurriedly returned the compliment and, once again, we came together in each other's hand. Eventually we rose and cleaned ourselves up. After showering I dressed quickly in male jeans and tee-shirt and ran downstairs to put on the morning coffee. Gavin joined me a few minutes later and we sat down to breakfast together. "Well last night was another big step forward," Gavin remarked. "I guess we are now formally 'an item.' We should mark it some way." I agreed and after breakfast we caught the bus into the City Centre and headed to an area off St Anne's Square where there were a number of small antique and jewellery shops. We had decided that we should each buy the other a ring as a sign of our commitment. Neither of us had very much money to spare, hence our venture into the second-hand market! I was first to find an appropriate ring. It was a square-cut peridot of a lovely vivid green colour, with just a hint of gold sparkle running through it. Simply mounted on a plain gold band, it looked good on Gavin's finger - (and would look even better on Gloria's!) The sales assistant raised an eyebrow when I asked him to have the band resized to fit the third finger on Gavin's right hand. He smiled knowingly, however, when Gavin threw his arms round me and gave me a big kiss as a "thank you". It took Gavin longer to find what he wanted to give me. Eventually we settled on a cabochon cut amethyst, mounted, in silver, in a little "basket mount". To our surprise the ring fitted my finger perfectly without the need for re-sizing. Gavin took the opportunity of my gazing at my new ring admiringly, to buy me my first pair of earrings for pierced ears. They were a pair of tear-drop amethysts hanging from short silver chains of exactly the same shade as the stone in my ring. He made me swop them for my sleeper studs on the spot. Although neither of us could really afford to buy jewellery of this quality, we were both more than satisfied that we had properly marked our new relationship. On the way back home on the bus, Gavin suggested we should both go to the Purple Python that evening to tell our friends our exciting news. I immediately agreed and, once home, we both started to get ready. It was tacitly assumed that we were going to go "en femme" and we both wanted to make sure we looked our best. I therefore spent some considerable time going through my limited wardrobe trying to find something suitable. I wanted to look stylish and sexy but not to be "over the top". Fortunately there were quite a number of separates amongst the garments Frankie had given me and, at long last, I settled on a silky black skirt with a fringed hem. Worn with a plain black camisole and a patterned gold, lightweight jacket, shot through with sequins and caught in at the waist with a gold-buckled, elastic belt, I looked pretty hot - if I do say so myself! When she finally appeared Gloria looked even more desirable in a royal blue, silk, sleeveless shift dress, with a cowl neck-line and cut very low at the back. For once she had set aside her usual short, curly blonde wig in favour of a darker, longer one which she had dressed so that her hair was piled elegantly in a top-knot. Dressed as we were, we decided it was a taxi ride to the club, rather than the bus and it must have been about 9:30pm when we made our entrance down the staircase and crossed to where our friends were sitting. Before she had a chance to make any sarcastic remark, I went up to Suzy and handed her a ?20 note. "You win" I smiled, "but I have never been more pleased to lose a bet!" Suzy insisted on buying Gloria and me a drink, so her winnings didn't last long! As she put the drinks on the table she immediately spotted my new ring and expressed her admiration for it. "Yes" I answered "it is lovely, isn't it? And, what, makes it even more special is that Gloria bought it for me. I'm surprised you haven't noticed she is wearing a new ring also." All eyes swivelled to Gloria's hand and we had to explain how the rings were intended to celebrate our new relationship. All the other girls were overjoyed on our behalf and their squeals of delight soon drew the attention of other customers and staff. Immediately a bottle of champagne appeared at our table, "courtesy of the house", and glasses were filled and a toast drunk to our future happiness. It all turned into a very jolly party and it was well into the early hours of the morning before Gloria and I staggered home. Both of us had had too much to drink to do anything other than collapse into bed together. (This time, however, I remembered to remove my wig first!) The next morning we slept late and woke gently wrapped in each others arms. Now that we felt truly that we were a couple, without speaking, we took each other in our arms and, for the first time ever for either of us, made homosexual love. I have to confess to being somewhat nervous and Gavin's first penetration of me was a little painful. However, the joy I experienced as he climaxed deep inside me was indescribable. A little later, after we had both recovered, I returned the favour and discovered the pleasure of thrusting deep into my partner's bottom. We didn't bother going into class that day, nor the one following; we were far to busy discovering the delights of physical love making. Eventually we decided we had to call a halt to all of this and get our heads back in gear. After all we had made a commitment to each other that this wasn't some flash-in-the-pan affair, but a true, lasting relationship; we would have endless opportunities to make love! Without a word being spoken, we both assumed our female personas when we dressed. I, as "Katy", donned a simple black mini-skirt and deep pink, long-sleeved top; whilst Gloria opted for a full-skirted summer dress with low-heeled white shoes. We prepared ourselves supper and sat down to talk through how our changed circumstance might reflect through into our daily life. "One of the first challenges we need to face," started Gloria, "is how we tell our families." "I know," I answered, "I don't think Mum and Dad are going to be too happy when I tell them I am a gay cross-dresser! Madeleine will probably be OK about it - she sorted of hinted that she suspected something along those lines at Christmas; whilst Fiona is probably too young to have any clear idea about it." "I think my parents will be pretty cool," said Gloria. "They have been relaxed about the fact that I have cross-dressed since I was a little boy; and Sis - Sonia - almost thinks of me as her little sister!" We decided to take the easy route first and to talk to Gavin's parents and assess their reaction, before considering how best to tell my family. Accordingly, Gavin rang his mother and told her he had fallen in love with a fellow, male student and that I, like him, occasionally cross- dressed; could he bring me home to meet her and the rest of the family? As he had hoped his mother was non-judgemental and invited us to come and stay for the weekend. So that Friday we set off in Gavin's little car - dressed in male mode - and drove to Shrewsbury, where his family lived. Gavin's mother opened the door when we rang the bell. She was a short, attractive woman in her middle 40's and she greeted us both with a warm smile. "Come in dear," she said to Gavin, giving him a big kiss. "And you must be KT," to me. She gave me a warm hug. "I've got tea ready," she announced. "You take the bags upstairs dear and slip into something comfortable. I've made up your old room for the pair of you. In the meantime "Katy" can help me with the tea." I did not fail to notice the slight change in the way she pronounced my name; nor the fact that she had, calmly, accepted that the two of us were already sleeping together. Maureen, as she insisted I call her, led me into the kitchen and started bustling around putting tea things on a tray. "There's no hurry Katy" Maureen started, "it will take ages for "Gloria" will to get ready, so there is plenty of time for you and I to become acquainted." She then, gently, quizzed me about how Gavin and I had met; what had led us to believe we might be in love; and a bit about my own personal situation and background. Maureen was a very skilful questioner and a good listener and I found myself confiding more to her that perhaps I had originally intended. I found it a relief to put my thoughts and feelings into words and, as I spoke, I became even more convinced that what Gavin and I were doing was right. After about half and hour, "Gloria" came downstairs. She had dressed simply in a pair of skinny jeans, camisole, and cardigan. She was wearing her favourite short, curly wig and a light, day-time make-up. The three of us went through to their lounge for tea. Afterwards Maureen suggested that Gloria show me round the house and that I then should get into "Katy" mode. They had a lovely house; Georgian, with a good-sized, walled garden and beautifully proportioned rooms. Gavin's "old room" where we were to sleep, was at the front of the house and looked out across a small park. It had its own adjoining bathroom in what had, presumably, originally been a Dressing Room. Gloria quickly helped me out of my male clothes and, whilst I showered, selected an outfit for me. "I think you ought to wear a skirt" she said. "It is OK for me to slob about in jeans because Mum and Dad are used to seeing me in dresses, but I think you need to look as feminine as possible for your debut." She was right of course, and I slipped into my underwear; rolled a pair of barely-black tights up my legs; and stepped into the dress Gloria was holding ready for me. It was a royal-blue sheath-dress, with a high collar, and long sleeves. A blue, elastic belt emphasised my corseted waist and medium-heeled blue pumps displayed my slim ankles to advantage. I fitted my shoulder-length wig on my head; added some blue plastic jewellery and quickly made up my face. "How do I look?" I asked anxiously. "Will I pass muster?" "You look gorgeous" responded Gloria. "In fact I have to exercise considerable self-restraint to avoid ravishing you on the spot!" We both had a good laugh before I took a deep breath and headed downstairs to meet Gavin's mother for the first time as "Katy". Whilst I had been upstairs, Gavin's sister, Sonia, and his father, Robert, had both arrived home, so, as I stepped into the lounge I was suddenly there in the midst of all of Gavin's family. The shock of meeting caused me to pause in the doorway. Sonia rushed across with a squeal and gave me a big hug. "So you are Katy," she cried, "Ever since Mum told me Gloria was bringing her new partner home I have been wondering what my new sister would look like. You are lovely! Welcome to the family." Robert was also smiling warmly towards me and, stepping forward, he gave me a brief hug and kiss on the cheek. "Welcome Katy; it seems to me that Gloria has shown good taste for once!" The ice was broken and I quickly became at ease. From that moment, for the rest of the weekend, Gavin's family treated me as the woman I appeared to be; it was wonderful. That first evening we enjoyed a family meal "in"; getting to know each other and sharing many stories and jokes. At bedtime there was no embarrassment shown when Gloria and I went off together to the same room. We decided that a riotous bout of lovemaking might be stretching her parent's hospitality too far, so we settled for cuddling down with a bit of gentle petting. "Your parents are lovely," I whispered to Gloria, "I just hope mine will be as understanding." The next day, Saturday, we lounged around the house and I helped Maureen with a few chores. It was a good way of getting to know her better, which I thought was important. Late afternoon Robert announced he had reserved a table at one of their favourite restaurants for a celebratory meal. I was a bit nervous about going out openly en-femme in Gavin's home town but, as he clearly wasn't at all concerned, I decided to go with the flow. The four of us women donned pretty frocks - mine was an above the knee, leopard-skin print in black, grey and beige on a white background. It was made of a stretch material and was quite figure-hugging. I wore it with a little black, nylon, sheer jacket and simple black jewellery and heels. Gloria wore her blue, backless, silk sheath-dress and Maureen and Sonia both looked stunning as well. Robert appeared in a smart navy suit with a pink and blue stripped shirt and a deep-pink tie. "Well are all my ladies ready for me?" he enquired and proceeded to usher us all out to the car. Robert had chosen a lovely restaurant, just out of town on the banks of the River Severn. The food was delicious and the setting romantic; just the right place to celebrate an "engagement" - because that, effectively, was the commitment into which Gavin and I had entered. The evening went superbly well and I returned to the house feeling as though I had known Gavin's family for ages. Sunday we all went to church. This was another "first" for me and, again, a potential ordeal. I didn't have anything really suitable for church, but Sonia dug an old, powder- blue suit with a fitted jacket and knee-length, pleated skirt, from the back of her wardrobe. It was a fraction tight on me, but, overall, fitted pretty well. Sonia also managed to find white shoes, bag, and little hat for me to borrow. I felt a million dollars as I walked up the path to the church. If the Vicar realised that two of the females in our party were actually men, she didn't bat an eyelid; everything went swimmingly! After the service Robert and Maureen introduced me to some of their friends as "Gloria's friend Katy from University". Clearly the friends knew about Gavin's dressing habits as "Gloria" and greeted her perfectly naturally; with all the usual questions about how her studies were going, etc. In the same way I was accepted for the woman I appeared to be, although I know that everyone must have realised I was another cross-dresser. We enjoyed a traditional Sunday roast lunch at home before Gloria and I set off in her car back to Manchester. We decided to travel en-femme as it was too much of a bore to go through the fag of cleaning off our make- up and reverting to male drab. (Anyway, we both liked wearing skirts!) Sonia very kindly said I could keep the skirt suit as she had no further use for it. I immediately resolved to lose a few pounds so that it would fit me better. Back at our house in Manchester, Gloria and I hugged and kissed as if there were to be no tomorrow. The weekend had gone so much better than we could ever have expected. If only breaking the news to my parents could go as well! I decided to leave telling my parents for a few more weeks. The Easter break was coming up and I, and my sisters, would all be at home in Scarborough for a few days. It was a wrench leaving Gavin even for a few days, but he planned to stay in Manchester for rehearsals of a play he was in. Easter was a lovely time for all my family. The weather was unexpectedly warm and we enjoyed some glorious walks along the cliffs, admiring the spring flowers and watching the courtship of the seabirds. I agonised about whether to break the news about Gavin and I there and then, but decided to stick with my original plan, which was to come out to my sister Madeleine, who I thought would be the one most likely to be understanding and supportive, and to seek her advice about how best to tell Mum and Dad. Because we spent so much time together as a family that holiday, I didn't manage to find space alone to talk to Madeleine until the day she and I left to return to University; she to Edinburgh and me to Manchester. Mum dropped the two of us off at the station to catch the train to York. Madeleine would get off there and catch the Edinburgh train, whilst I would normally have stayed on and travelled through to Manchester. As we approach York I told Madeleine I had something really important I needed to tell her and asked if she would mind catching a later rain to Edinburgh. She had no objection, so when the train pulled into York station, we both got off. I bought us each a cup of coffee in one of the station buffets and we found a quiet corner where we could talk without being overheard. Needless to say Madeleine was all agog to hear what it was that was so important for me to discuss with her that it was worth both of us delaying our journeys. I didn't beat about the bush but came straight out with it; "Madeleine, I know this may shock you, but over the last few months I have discovered I am gay and I am now in a serious relationship with my flat mate Gavin." Madeleine didn't appear to be too shocked. "I did wonder at Christmas whether you were discovering your female side" she said. "Your clothes and appearance were much too "girly" to be explained away as "male fashion"; but you didn't say anything and I didn't want to pry. Are you and Gavin truly in love? If so, I wish you both every happiness and you can count on my support if anyone starts making snide remarks." This was very generous of her and I leaned over and gave her a big hug. "There is more" I continued. "You see Gavin is a transvestite and spends much of his time as "Gloria". I too have discovered the delights of cross-dressing and my friends now know me as "Katy". Whilst I think I might be able to bring Mum and Dad round to the fact that I am gay, I can't see them accepting that I want to wear skirts, heels, and make-up. I so need your advice about how to break all this to them without smashing up the family." Madeleine smiled and, leaning over, gave me another hug. "So I have another little sister in stead of a little brother," she said with a giggle. "Are you about to tell me that all the time we were growing up, you were borrowing my clothes; because I never noticed anything at the time?" "Oh no," I hastened to assure her; "I have only been dressing since I went to Manchester. Before then I had no idea about this side of my personality. I thought I was just boringly ordinary!" "Well you certainly can't be described as "boring" now!" laughed Madeleine. "I can't wait to meet "Katy". I bet she is pretty." "I don't know about that" I smiled wryly, "but I promise that the next time we get together I'll get into my glad rags and we can have a sisterly night out on the town." "You're on" responded Madeleine. "The age gap between Fiona and me always meant that we didn't do much together when I was at home. It's better now that she is growing up, but it will be great to have a sister nearer my own age to share things with." This was wonderful and my eyes filled with tears of gratitude and relief that Madeleine was so clearly on my side. "Now about Mum and Dad" she continued, in more serious vein. "I think you underestimate their willingness to embrace whatever we children become, but I agree you need to plan how to break it to them. I think you need to tell them face to face and I would suggest you start by telling them about your cross-dressing. I know, why don't you arrange to meet them on "neutral territory" - say Leeds - and come dressed as "Katy"? You can see how they react to that revelation and make a judgement as to whether to tell them about Gavin at the same time?" This seemed to be a possible line of approach and we spent the next half hour or so talking it through and teasing out answers to the "what if" and "if they say" questions. Eventually we decided we had gone as far as was possible in checking out the theory. Only doing it would tell if Madeleine's idea would work in practice. "Good luck little sister," Madeleine said as we both rose and prepared to go to our respective platforms. "I'm sure it will all work out for the best, but don't forget to ring me just as soon as you finish telling them!" I thanked her profusely and we hugged and kissed in a way we never had before as brother and sister. I realised I was looking forward to developing a closer, more intimate relationship with my "big sis". I caught the train to Manchester in a much better frame of mind. Madeleine was cool about my being a gay cross-dresser and I now had a plan for telling Mum and Dad. Gavin was waiting anxiously for me to return home and I quickly put him out of his misery and told him what Madeleine and I had discussed. We agreed I should try and arrange to see Mum and Dad in Leeds in the fairly near future. I waited a few days and then rang Mum on the pretext that there were a few things from home that I needed. "Why don't you, Dad and I make a day of it?" I suggested. We could meet for lunch in Leeds on Saturday; that way neither of us would have to make to long a journey. My treat; let's meet in the top floor restaurant at Harvey Nichols." (I knew this was one of Mum's favourite venues on the odd occasion she and Dad spent time in Leeds.) We arranged to meet at 12:30. Needless to say I was incredibly nervous when Saturday dawned. Today would see the make or break for me in relation to my nearest and dearest. I spent a long time getting dressed and made-up. I chose the powder blue skirt suit Gavin's sister, Sonia, had given me and teamed it with a white blouse, pumps and handbag. I kept my make-up simple and fresh, using a blue pallet for my eyes and pink lipstick and nail varnish. Gloria loaned me her real pearl necklace and matching bracelet and stud earrings. "Good luck" she wished me giving me a big hug. "I'm sure it will go well. Don't be apologetic, but don't slip into the trap of behaving in an excessively feminine manner either." Good advice; I hugged her back; took a deep breath; and set off for the station and my "train to destiny". I had timed things so that Mum and Dad were already seated in the restaurant at Harvey Nichols when I arrived. It was a lovely sunny day and they had been given a table in the window. They looked up as I approached but clearly did not recognise me. (Not too surprising; most parents wouldn't be expecting their son to turn up for lunch wearing a powder-blue skirt suit!) "Hallo Mum and Dad" I said nervously as I stood beside their table. "It's me, Kerris; but you should call me "Katy" today." Mum and Dad looked up with startled expressions on their faces. Dad's jaw dropped in amazement. Mother was the one who recovered first. "Well, sit down Katy" she said, in a slightly tight voice, "and explain to your father and me why you are dressed as a girl." With relief I sat down, smoothing my skirt underneath me as I had become accustomed; - an action that did not escape Mum's notice for I saw her eyebrows raise slightly. The was a good omen that they were behaving calmly and seemed prepared to talk to me about my odd attire; I had been afraid that they might storm out of the restaurant in disgust. I spent the next ten minutes or so explaining how, in Manchester, I had become acquainted with the transgendered community and discovered that I too was one of them. (The staff at the restaurant could see we were deep in conversation and had the grace to leave us alone and not to press us for our lunch orders.) At first Dad was incredulous about my behaviour. Mum was calmer and listened quietly to my explanation as to why I felt more comfortable in a female role. Gradually, as I answered their questions, the tension between us eased until, eventually, Dad said, "I think we would all benefit from a drink now, Let's order lunch and agree to leave things "on hold" until we have eaten." This was generous of him, so I beckoned to one of the waitresses and we ordered our lunch and a bottle of white wine. Mum smiled knowingly when I ordered a small salad; she recognised a woman trying hard not to put on weight! We all took a sip from our wine as I continued; "Whilst I appreciate your gesture Dad," I started, "we can't just sit over lunch as though nothing has changed; that would simply result in us all behaving "properly" and things would get tense again. I don't mind your quizzing me about the ways in which I have changed since going to University. As you know, this has been the first time I have spent time on my own away from home. This has given me the space to explore my sexuality and feelings. I now know that I have a strong female side to my personality. I don't want to change sex and am not what is called a "transsexual". However, I do need to allow the "Katy" side of me her own space and opportunity for self- expression." Both Dad and Mum looked relieved that they would not have to behave as if everything were normal between us and we continued to talk about "Katy" and her needs whilst we ate our meal. Over coffee I continued, "I have one more thing to tell you that may shock you even more than my turning up here wearing a skirt. Not only am I a transvestite, I am also gay and in a relationship with a fellow student. There, now you know it all and if you want to leave I will understand." Tears rose in my eyes and I couldn't stop myself crying. Mum leaned over and passed me a tissue. "There dear," she said, "I won't deny that what you have told us has come as a big shock but, in many ways, the fact that you are gay is easier to comprehend than the fact that you want to wear dresses and nylons. Who is the boy; do we know him?" I was mightily relieved at the relatively calm way in which my news had been received. I explained that I was in love with Gavin my flat mate and that he also had a female persona, "Gloria". Mum smiled wanly, "You must bring him, or her, over to Scarborough very soon," she said. "If the two of you are going to be partners, the sooner we all get to know each other the better." This generosity was too much and I let go a real crying jag - much to the embarrassment of other diners! Mum took me by the shoulders and led me, crying, away to the ladies cloakroom. There she helped me to dry my tears and freshen up. "I'm afraid your mascara has run" she said with a smile. "Here let me help you", and, for the first time, my mother carefully applied fresh mascara to my lashes. When I was presentable once more, she took me by the shoulders. "Now look here Katy, and remember this, your father and I will always support and be there for you, no matter what. If you are gay and genuinely in love with another man and the two of you like to dress in women's clothing, that is between you and him. As far as your family is concerned you are our child and it doesn't matter to us whether you prefer to be "Kerris" or "Katy". We will always love you; no matter what." This almost reduced me to tears once again and I could see Mum was also very emotional. "Let's get back to your father before he starts worrying what has happened to us" she said, taking a deep breath. We returned to the restaurant and, as we sat down, I saw a quick glance of understanding pass between Mum and Dad. The worst was over; I had told them and they had not rejected me. There was little more to say at this point of time; we all needed to go away and collect our thoughts. I agreed with Mum and Dad that I would bring Gavin over to Scarborough in a couple of week's time and introduce him - and "Gloria" - to them. We parted with kisses and a few more tears and I caught the train back to Manchester, whilst they took theirs in the opposite direction. I seemed to take forever for the train to reach Manchester. Of course I phoned Gavin and told him what had happened. He too was very relieved that things had gone so well. When I got home it was Gloria who was waiting for me with a bottle of bubbly chilling in the fridge. We both breathed a big sigh of relief as we collapsed on the sofa with our drinks. Now that both sets of parents knew about our relationship and had shown their support for us, we could move on to the next phase of our lives. Two weeks later Gavin drove us over to Manchester. There was, inevitably, some tension in the air but this soon dissipated as Gavin's charm started to win my parents round. The fact that he wasn't overtly effeminate helped of course, and I could see he had won Dad over once the two of them started talking about cricket! The only difficult bit for me was Fiona's reaction. She took me upstairs to her bedroom and laid into me - not for being a gay cross-dresser, but because I hadn't taken her into my confidence as I had Madeleine. "I'm no longer a little girl you know" she scolded, "I know all about transvestites and gay couples. I think it's cool that you wear dresses and I can't wait to see you dressed up." I apologised for my thoughtless behaviour and we hugged and made up. I was amused to see that Mum and Dad's liberalness only went so far. They put Gavin in Madeleine's old room, whilst I was clearly expected to use mine. They might be coming to terms with the fact that we were a gay couple, but it wouldn't be right for us to share a room the first time Gavin visited their house! We both changed into our female roles before dinner and I chose to wear a purple dress with a narrow skirt so that I could accessorise it with my new amethyst jewellery. Mum and Dad had, of course, already seen me in a skirt but this was the first time for Fiona and I was pleased and amused when she told me my dress sense passed muster and could she please borrow my frock some time! At the end of the weekend Gavin and I drove home in a contented frame of mind. Our relationship was on a steady course and we could now concentrate on other things - like end of year exams!!!! We had both got behind with our studies over the previous few weeks as we worried out our parent's reactions. Now that was behind us we both needed to buckle down and work hard to regain lost ground. The next few weeks will sound boringly familiar to anyone who has been to University; evening after evening poring over books; writing notes; and trying to double guess the questions the examiners were likely to set. Fortunately both of us had a solid grounding in our subject and, at the end of term; we learned that we had both passed that year's exam with flying colours. The summer vacation loomed and decisions would have to be made as to whether we went off on holiday together; visited our respective parents; got a job in Manchester; or what. It didn't matter; we had each other and we were confident in our relationship. October would be the start of a new academic year and, doubtless, would present new challenges. For the time being I could pause and reflect just how much my life had changed in the eight months since I had left home and moved to Manchester. I had no complaints about how things had turned out and I looked forward eagerly to what might happen next. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Note for Readers: I know I have finished another "Part" leaving Katy and Gloria's story unresolved. Rest assured that I am in the process of writing a "Part 3" and this will be posted shortly. Hopefully, this will bring things to a natural conclusion and wrap up their story.