Unexpectedly, Sister Graceland took her husband's hand possessively and a few of the undercover male ushers started indirectly checking him out, fresh meat in the church.

Frustrated from the strong looks of disgust, Harry said, "What or who I am isn't your concern. Neither is it my father's. I don't care about either of you. Both of you played a part in how I turned out.

"You were bedding more than just my daddy back then and when he took me and raised me over two thousand miles away from you I hated him for it. And I loathed you for not trying hard enough to find me. So my attraction to men led me astray.

"I'm not punishing you. I'm punishing him. Every time I let a man love me in bed he walks away with a piece of my selfish ass daddy. The creep that murdered my lover in cold blood. I will never forgive him, or you for that matter."

She smacked him, taken aback. "The only person you're hurting is yourself. And you're going to get saved, today, give your life, your sins, to Christ! You've really grown into a whack job. You need counseling. And you're in the right place, again, to get all the help you need."

Walking past his mother, Harry paused in front of Pastor Dray.

"Look, man. I don't do drama, really and if my crazy mama wants me to get saved, so be it. Let's get this over with. I don't appreciate how she told y'all my business. I don't even like y'all like that, for real."

Pastor Dray hesitantly told Harry to repeat scripture, confessing with his mouth that he accepted Christ as his Lord and Savior, and prepared him in white linen for baptism in back of the church, in a waiting room, a few minutes later.

Harry felt rushed.

Half of the members of the church walked out, but a large number of gossip mongers remained.

Inside a life-sized Jacuzzi tub, Pastor Dray prayed over Harry, dipping his backward into cold water, quickly bringing him up.

Once it was over, Harry pushed past Pastor Dray and angrily walked up to his mother, dripping water soaked into the cheap carpet.

There was no life in his eyes. "There you go. I'm saved. And I'm still gay. I don't have no freaking demon inside of me. And I'm out of here. All of you can kiss my ass! I don't owe any of you no damn explanation! Listen and listen closely, mother.

"I will force myself to forget you, to forget you ever existed. Now I can see why Dime took me away from you. If I'm a whack job then you and Dime did a whack job of creating me. Piss off."

Snatching up a towel, he grabbed his shoes from behind the podium and stomped towards the exit, vowing to cut his mother off.

Lady shot her cuffs. "Where are you going to live, Harry?"

Pausing, she had him by the balls. Tight. He couldn't and wouldn't survive those streets without her guidance and he knew it.

"You can't live with your father, not after he learned you were a sissy. He disowned you. Plus he's in state prison. All you have is me, your mother. And if you're going to continue living under my roof you won't be banging no sissies in my house. You better get you a girlfriend and break out of this phase you're going through. I'll even forget it ever happened."

Harry looked at his mother. "Maybe I need to call the man, let them know how you're selling your body to make ends meet."

Lady turned her back on him, check mate. "If you do that, then you'll definitely be kicked out of my house. Try me, Harry."

"Blow me, mother, fake ass."

"What's it gonna be?" Lady asked.

Harry answered every other night, when he had sex with random one night stands, making sure his mother heard his indiscretions through his bedroom wall.

But after a few weeks of traumatizing her, he moved out with one of his new boyfriends and never called his mother again.

Years and years had gone by and he hadn't ever thought of her or his father ever again.

And now he was running through darkened woods, lost.

Following beeps...

"Jonathan!"

Abruptly, Harry sat up in his hospital bed, sweating profusely. 

Looking around wildly, it took him a moment to fully awaken.

Alarmed, Lady was at his side.

"Jonathan, baby! Where is my husband?"

Lady said, "Calm down, Harry! You were having a nightmare! It's just a bad dream."

She showered his face with warm kisses. 

Harry pushed her backward, hopping out of bed in his medical gown. He looked over the IV in his upper right hand connected to an IV drip and an EKG machine.

"Where is Jonathan, and why hasn't he come to check on me yet?"

Desperately, Lady held up her hands, trying to calm her son.

"He's resting, son. He'll be here, as soon as he heals. You both were in a horrible car accident."

"Bullshit! I know you're lying, mother! You won't even look me in the eyes the way you did when you made me give my life to Christ when I wasn't ready to. Remember that, Ma? The day you pretended to support my lifestyle, all for show, of course. You're no better than Lynn."

"I promise I'm telling the truth, son."

Harry picked up the remote and pressed the red alert button, calling the nurse.

"Somebody is going to tell me something I want to hear."

"Yes, Harry," said RN Wilson, his nurse for the day.

"I'm experiencing pain in my abdomen..."

"I'm on my way." 

A few seconds later, RN Wilson entered the room, concerned. "How long have you been experiencing this pain?"

"I lied, dude. I need you to take me to my husband, right now. Or I'll go myself."

RN Wilson lowered his head.

Staring at the floor.

Harry didn't like the sinking feeling in his gut...

"What are you not telling me?" Harry asked rhetorically, tears welling in his eyes...