Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2015 06:45:12 +0100
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: Tarot Cards and More 4

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He didn't let me answer.  He just pressed his mouth on mine again and
although there was no music playing, we were dancing again, slowly and
softly and enjoying the moment.  Feeling him so close was just heaven on
earth.  It was a special moment where we shared a certain intimacy without
any prejudiced look of anybody.  We shared this moment, not only with our
mouths and bodies pressed together, but also with our hearts.  The kiss
lasted a very long time and none of us wanted the moment to end.  The more
we kissed, the more we felt connected.  Even if Alex was a bit tense when
he entered my house, he relaxed totally.  I could feel the strength of his
arms holding me and showing an obvious determination to keep me as close as
he could.  I didn't intend to go anywhere!



******


Alex had disconnected his two cell phones, but I hadn't disconnected the
front doorbell and that was what interrupted our intimate moment.  At first
I thought of not answering the door, but the ringing got quite insistent.
My car was in the driveway, so it was difficult to pretend I was not home,
although I could have left the house walking, something I often did.
Against my will, I left Alex's arms and opened the front door.  There stood
a man I had never seen.  He was wearing a dark blue suit, but it was clear
it was not tailored like Alex's and, for me, it was obvious it was someone
of the police forces.

- Sorry to bother you Sir, but is Officer Buster with you?

How on hell had he found him?  I was wondering and probably had a quizzical
look on my face and the man went on.

- His car is parked a little higher in the street.  We localized it thanks
to his GPS.  We've been ringing all the bells because we called him on his
cell phones and he doesn't answer.

I called Alex and supposed he would leave immediately.  The fact his
colleagues had bothered so much to find him, it was obvious this was an
urgent matter.  I left the door open and went back inside while Alex
approached the door.

- What is it Miles? Alex asked.

I didn't hear the rest of the conversation, as I was in the kitchen washing
the coffee mugs we had been using, but after a few minutes I heard the door
shut and Alex came back in with a disgusted look on his face.

- I'm afraid we will have to continue what we started a little bit later.
My presence is expected!  I'm sorry for that.  As you see, even on
Saturdays I am on duty.

I wondered if he had REAL days off, if there were times when he could
really disconnect from his work.  He gave me a last kiss before running
out.  He didn't say when he would come back and I actually preferred it
that way.  If he had said when he was coming back and he couldn't make it,
I would have worried.  "There we go!" I thought.  We had an intimate and
personal moment and his job interfered.  It wasn't his fault though.  If he
was requested or needed, there was nothing he could do.

I was deep in thought about the conversation we had had.  I was also
thinking about what would have happened if his colleagues didn't find him.
I was imagining a thousand scenarios and was happy they didn't come and
look for him about half an hour later, because there was quite some chance
Alex would have had to dress in a hurry.  Yes, I thought that if we hadn't
been interrupted I would have unwrapped my present.

I started to do my normal weekend chores.  Saturday was almost always
dedicated to laundry.  I gathered my dirty clothes and put them in the
washer.  As I secretly hoped Alex would come back during the afternoon or
the evening, I also changed the sheets of the bed... you never knew!  I
went around the house with the vacuum cleaner and then prepared some light
lunch.  I suddenly realized I hated eating on my own although I had done it
for over five years.  It is not the same to prepare something for yourself
instead of preparing something for two.  I could never bring up the same
enthusiasm.  My mind drifted off to daydreaming again, picturing Alex and I
eating something I had prepared.  It made me smile.  I sat down to eat my
lunch and thought of going over to Tiffany's.  After washing up my plate
and the things I had used to prepare lunch, I went for a shower and
dressed.  Before leaving the house I sent an SMS to Alex telling him my
intention.  That again gave me a pleasant feeling.  Sharing what I was
doing with someone who got more and more importance to me was something I
had longed for.

I was convinced that the real freedom is not being alone and doing what you
wanted, when you wanted and how you wanted.  It certainly was something
easy, but I didn't call it freedom.  Freedom was to be able to share
everything: thoughts, opinions, material things, a bed and so on.  The real
freedom was when you knew you wouldn't be judged or condemned.  It was the
possibility of being yourself at all times without having to pretend or
being the person others wanted us to be.  That was freedom.  The fact I
could sent a message to Alex saying I was going over to Tiffany's was
giving me that feeling of freedom because with the message he always knew
where to find me.

Tiffany immediately saw that my smile was a happy one.

- Hmm, she said, someone looks really happy!  I don't need the cards to
tell me you had a visitor and that things turned out well.

I smiled and told her what had happened.  The more I told her about the
kiss, the more she smiled.  She was truly happy for me, for us.

- I told you, she said, you two are made for each other and even though it
won't be easy, certainly at the beginning, hold on to him Gerald, because
he will be the man you'll spent the rest of your days with.  There isn't a
shadow of a doubt about that.  But I warn you that it will not be easy.
His job, for the moment, comes first and that is sometimes difficult to
live with.

Tiffany, over the years, had become my best friend and my confidant.  She
knew everything about my life and me and that was reciprocal as she told me
everything about her life as well.  The trust and respect that united us
was an indestructible bond.  The fact we were both gifted with quite a good
amount of intuition, and got help of the Tarot cards to interpret those,
made our bond even stronger.  We even got to the point that we needed,
among us, the cards less and less.  We could interpret our intuitions
without their help.  What she had announced about five years earlier, that
I would be able to have intuitions despite distances and time, got true.
Nonetheless, I had discovered that far away events were like "announced" as
I got images that give me a clue to that distance.  The problem was that I
didn't know yet what to do with those intuitions that were far away.
Tiffany told me that, with time, I would learn to know what to do.

The other thing that I developed more and more was the fact I could sense
small things of the daily life.  I could actually feel when I would receive
news of any kind, good or bad.  I would sense the arrival of visitors,
wanted or not.  I knew what people expected from me even before they
mentioned it.  In this last case, I would often play a game and find out if
what I sensed was correct by telling them what they came to see me for.  I
always had to smile when I saw their surprised faces.  The inevitable
question was always the same: "Can you read my mind?" and my answer was
equally the same: "No, it was just a wild guess!"  I knew I had to be
careful with that little game, as people would start to talk and be on my
doorstep at every time of the day or the night.  I didn't want such an
invasion on my life.  After all, my main job was that of a writer and I
needed quiet and peace to be able to create my novels.

Tiffany and I were sipping tea when I told her to get a third cup.

- I don't expect any visitors, she said.

But she got up to get it and at that exact moment her front doorbell rang.
She looked at me and I responded her look with one of my own that said: "I
told you!"  On top of that I knew who was ringing the bell: Alex.  When I
sent him the message to tell him where I would be, I knew he was going to
come and get me.  The only thing was that I didn't expect him that soon.  I
heard him greeting Tiffany at the door with two kisses, one on each cheek.
As he came in, he came over to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
Yes, indeed, he had promised that there wouldn't be any fear anymore and he
was true to his word.  He didn't know if Tiffany was aware that he was gay
and that we had confessed our love to each other, but it didn't matter!  I
would learn, with time, that Alex was just like that: once he made up his
mind, he stuck to it very quickly, as from one minute to the next.  When he
made a decision, it was something you could count with.  No doubts!

We had some small talk but I felt that Alex preferred to be alone with me.
It had nothing to do with Tiffany!  His thoughts were that two is a company
and three is a crowd.  He actually needed some quality time with me, alone.
It wasn't anything sexual.  It was a question of being on our own and feel
each other's presence without any interference of someone else's energy.
When we bid our goodbyes to Tiffany I heard what she said.

Don't forget Gerald is my best friend!  Take care of him or I will take
care of you!

She said it with a smile as if to say it was a joke, but in my country
there is a saying that goes like this: "Laughing, a fool says what he
thinks".  I just knew that if Alex would do me any harm, he would wake-up
Tiffany's black demons.  She was so protective and her friends were sacred
for her.  We got in his car, or rather the car of the police forces: a Jeep
Grand Cherokee with a few adaptations that were needed for his daily job.
When you saw that car in the street you would never have guessed it was a
police car.  There were no distinctive signs outside.  As soon as we were
on the road, Alex put his hand on my thigh and I covered it with mine.  It
was a simple gesture, but it meant a lot to me.  It gave me that feeling we
were connected.  My thoughts of earlier that day came back to my mind.

- Tell me Alex.  Do you have any REAL days off?  I mean, are you on duty
24/7?  Or do you have days that you can call your own?

- I knew that question would come up at one point or another, he answered,
and it is difficult to say, but let me try.  My contract with the police
forces says that I have to perform forty hours a week spread from Monday
till Friday.  The fact that I am officially "free" on weekends is because I
am an officer, but...  I realize I got a second chance after the incident
in my previous town and since I started here, I wanted to live-up to the
expectations of my superiors.  So, up till now, I have been on duty indeed
24/7.  My co- workers, my chiefs and the people working for me are used to
that.  You saw this morning what happens when I disconnect my phones.  They
find me anyway.  This car is fitted with a GPS that allow them to locate it
wherever it is.  From there, as you saw, it is not very difficult for them
to find me.  Up till now, it had absolutely no importance for me to be
reachable at any time of day or night, but since I met you...

- I understand what you mean Alex.  In a certain way I am working 24/7 as
well.  The only difference is that if I don't want to work, there is nobody
behind me, except maybe my editor from time to time.  If I switch off my
phone, there is no way to find or reach me.  My car has no GPS that can
tell anybody where it is parked.  Maybe I should install a GPS, as
sometimes I don't even know where I left the car.  As a matter of fact, I
should actually begin to look for a new one as mine is more than fifteen
years old and has over two hundred thousand kilometers!  In these days, all
new cars come with GPS, isn't it?

- Are you thinking of a brand new one or would a second hand car be ok for
you?

- I don't really care, I said.  A car is a car and as long as it takes me
from point A to point B without a problem, I am satisfied.  Why do you ask?

- Well, I don't know if you are aware of it, but once a year we have an
auction sale going on with cars that were confiscated or that have been
towed away and so on.  Sometimes there are very good and young cars for
sale for a fraction of their original price.  I am pretty good friends with
the guy who is responsible for those sales and could probably strike a good
deal for you.

- That sounds good enough for me, but I am always a bit skeptical about
second hand cars.  You never know exactly what happened to it while with
the previous owner.

- I know, Alex said.  The advantage you would have is that I can ask my
friend to indicate which cars are worth bidding for and which don't.  I
could even arrange for you to have a look at them before the rest of the
potential buyers.  Jeez, if he wants, he can even sell it to you before the
actual auction!

- Ok!  That could really be an option... as long as it has a GPS!

He parked his car in front of my house, telling me his colleagues wouldn't
have to ring all the doorbells of the street to find him, as he had told
them that when his car was parked in my street, there was a ninety- nine
percent chance that he was at my place.  My God!  When he had said that
same morning that there were "no more fears" he meant it seriously.

As soon as I had closed my front door behind us, Alex was wrapping his arms
around my waist, pressing our bodies together.  His mouth was on mine and I
still had my keys in my hand.  His kiss was totally different to the kiss
of that morning.  It was not really a tender loving kiss.  It was more
urgent, strong, passionate and exuding lust and hunger.  I responded to his
kiss with the same strength and it was only then that I realized how much I
wanted him.  I wanted to experience the physical connection as much as the
mental and spiritual connection we had known up till then.  I didn't want
to wait any longer to unwrap my present.  I let my hands roam over his
chest and slipped them under his jacket towards his shoulders, making it
clear to him I wanted it off.  Alex released his grip around my waist to
allow me to slide the jacket off and throw it on a nearby chair.  He
resumed his position with his hands on my buttocks while I started to
unbutton his shirt and pulling it out of his trousers.  I went on a
discovery trip, finding a very hairy chest where his nipples were hiding.
He was tanned and below the straight hairs on his chest there was a
reversed V-form of hair disappearing in the waistband of his tailored suit
pants.  My hands went to discover every bit of skin on chest, stomach and
back.  Our mouths were still locked and devouring each other.  Our tongues
danced waltz, tango and rock-and-roll!  Alex pulled my T-shirt over my head
while I took off the shirt off his body.  When we embraced again, our
chests touched, naked skin against naked skin.  In all those years I had
forgotten how wonderful it feels to have a loved one pressed against me.  I
sensed Alex wanted to pull me towards the living room, but I had other
ideas.  I pulled him up the stairs.  We got to the first floor step by
step, leaving a trail of shoes, socks and trousers.  When we fell on the
bed, we had just our underwear on, incapable to hide two major hard-ons.
Alex fell on me.  The weight of his body on mine almost took my breath
away, but I loved it.  We were still kissing as if there was no tomorrow.
Our hands roamed over each other as if we wanted to physically feel that
this was all real.  If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up!

Alex's mouth was all over my face, kissing my lips, my eyes, nibbling on my
earlobes and driving me crazy when munching on that tender flesh on my neck
between my ear and my collarbone.  He suddenly stopped and looked in my
eyes.

- I want to feel you.  All of you!  Nothing between us to avoid a total
contact.  You are sexy as hell in you white briefs, but I want them off!

He got up and pulled my briefs off and equally quickly took his off as
well.  My God!  He was so beautiful in all his naked glory!  He was very
nicely proportioned and I thought that he had the perfect penis and
testicles, all surrounded by nicely trimmed hair.  He took a moment to
checkout my body and I saw his tongue going over his lips.  It was obvious
he liked what he saw and so did I.  At our age, I knew we both worked out
to have the bodies we had.  No fat could be seen, but neither could we
detect any six-pack.  We were both quite similar in this that we were both
in good condition.  I am hairy as well, but not as much as Alex.  Where
Alex's hair is jet black, mine is lighter in color and where Alex has a
darker skin complexion, mine is much whither.  In the genital's department
we are similar as well, both uncut and sporting healthy hard-ons, with our
scrotum close to our body.

Alex fell on top of me again and attacked my nipples with a furious energy,
licking them and softly biting them without causing any pain.  I was
gasping for air, as my nipples are very, very sensitive and directly
connected to my genitals.  My cock was throbbing as hard as if I was about
to shoot my load.  Alex travelled down my abdomen, licking every bit of
skin he encountered and pushing his tongue in my navel.  I was squirming
under his ministrations and he hadn't reached the most sensitive spots yet
apart from my nipples.  I could feel his tongue leaving a trail of spit on
his way down to my nether regions.  When he opened his mouth wide and
engulfed my cock, closing his lips around my shaft, I, unexpectedly,
climaxed and shot my load in his throat.  Six, seven spurts filled his
mouth and he kept sucking and swallowing.  My cock-head became so sensitive
that his ministrations were on the verge of becoming hurtful, but I allowed
him to go on.  His tongue did miracles on my body and the more he sucked
and twirled his tongue around my cock-head, the more my testicles withdrew
into my lower abdomen and less than two minutes of this made me shoot a
second load!  I had never, NEVER experienced such a powerful double orgasm
in such a short time.  I felt as if my heart would burst out of my chest.
My breathing was heavy and I couldn't get enough air in my lungs.  Alex
kept my cock in his mouth, more licking than sucking and even though it was
deflating, he kept nursing it.  I wasn't sure if I would be able to return
such a favor.

Alex let my cock slide out of his mouth and bathed my scrotum with his
spit.  He slowly licked his way to my perineum and I opened my legs wide to
give him better access.  He put his hands in the bend of my knees and
slowly forced them backwards towards my chest.  That made, of course, that
my buttocks spread and my puckered hole was visible to the whole world.  He
kissed and licked his way to my rosebud and when reaching it my hole
twitched and winked at him.  He took that as an invitation and dove in.
His lips were on my hole and French kissing it, waking up all the nerve
endings that had been asleep for so long.  I didn't know if I would be able
to oblige to his invasion but I was sure going to give him the best I
could.  If his tongue had done miracles on my cock-head, it did even better
on my ass.  Alex got me going again although I had had two major orgasms.
Even though my cock was not at full mast yet, it was definitely growing
again.

Alex added his fingers to work in unison with his tongue.  He inserted
first one, pushing in the spit he left outside with his mouth.  At the
first entry of his finger he reached my prostate, pushing on it, rubbing it
and massaging it like he did that everyday!  All the sensations he caused
in me were incredible.  Ok, it was a long time since I last had any sexual
activity and yes, it all almost felt new.  It was in a certain way, as it
was the first time we shared intimate, horny and naked pleasures.  But
there was a lot more to it.  I could feel that Alex's main purpose was to
give ME pleasure.  His pleasure was apparently secondary.  He wanted to
make my body experience all the feelings he had for me. His mouth and his
tongue were talking to my body in the most emotional way, making me feel
things that were long forgotten.  He massaged my prostate first with one
finger, but I relaxed enough to allow him to enter a second one.  He was
stretching me to the limit, being careful not to hurt me.  He separated the
walls of my ass enough to allow his tongue to enter me, licking me inside
as far as he could reach.  A third and a fourth finger soon joined the
first two.  When he felt that I was stretched enough he jumped on his knees
holding my legs widely spread and pointed his rock-hard manhood at my most
intimate entrance.  He spread his abundant pre-cum directly on my opening.
He was sweating profusely and the drops fell directly from his forehead on
my cock.  He tried a few soft thrusts as if to find out if he was on the
right target.  Once he knew he was, he pushed in with a powerful thrust and
his cock-head passed my sphincter muscle wit ease, although the burning and
painful sensation was excruciating.  He kept still, letting me adjust to
his sudden invasion.  I forced myself to breath in deeply and relax as much
as possible.  Our eyes were locked and I nodded to him as soon as the pain
faded away to be replaced by an immense pleasure.  He then pushed in slowly
but with a definite determination.  His spit and his pre-cum were all the
lubrication we needed.  I could feel his manhood entering me in that one
thrust till his trimmed pubes tickled my ass- cheeks.  He let go of my
ankles and I wrapped my legs around his lower back.  He leaned forward and
our lips met again, opening up and let our tongues dance once more.

His hips seemed to have a mind of their own and started an in-and-out
movement that felt heavenly.  Slow long strokes where his cock almost left
me completely and then entered me again, rubbing my prostate on their way
and reaching places I didn't even remembered I had.  I was feeling so
alive!  My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his lower back,
pressed our bodies so close to each other that we felt as one.  Alex
controlled his movements to perfection and knew when to increase the speed,
but once he reached that point of no return he as pumping so furiously in
and out of me that I thought his cock would come out of my mouth from the
inside.  If it was possible, I felt his cock grow bigger and harder and I
knew he was going to deposit his load deep inside of me.  I wanted it!  I
made my ass-muscles work and contracted them as much as I could to milk him
out of all his juices.  It had an immediate effect on his over-sensitive
cock and suddenly he threw back his head, thrust in me with a powerful push
and moaned out load while I felt his cock throbbing in my ass.  It seemed a
never-ending flood of juice filling my bowels.  The mere idea made me
climax for the third time although I didn't spurt out as much as the first
two times.

Alex collapsed on me, totally out of breath and without any energy left.  I
kept my arms and legs clenched to his body, hoping he wouldn't deflate to
quickly, but nature followed its natural course and far too soon his cock
slipped out of me, leaving that empty feeling after a serious workout.  I
unclenched my legs and Alex rolled off of me and lay next to me with his
head on my chest.  We dozed off because the next thing I knew was opening
my eyes and hearing Alex snoring softly.  I moved involuntarily and that
made him open his eyes.  He looked at me and immediately had a contagious
bright smile.  He stretched his head asking for a kiss that I gave him with
gusto.  Just at that moment his stomach growled like a hungry bear.  This
was the time to feed my man properly for the first time.  We took a quick
shower and went down the stairs with only a towel around our waist.

I looked into the fridge to see what was available.  Alex suggested to just
call for pizza or something similar, but I made him clear that when I had
things in the fridge, there was no way I would call for fast- food.  His
habits as a policeman were obvious but not my cup of tea.  There was no
meat and no fish.  So, I took out vegetables and mushrooms and eggs.  I was
going to make one of my famous omelets.  While I was at work with the
vegetables, Alex stood behind me with his arms around my waist and his
hands on my stomach, looking closely at what I was doing.  Feeling his
chest hair on my back woke up my hormones again, but I had to concentrate
on the cooking if I wanted to avoid Alex's idea of calling for pizzas, but
it felt great.  He caressed my stomach and chest and even pinched my
nipples from time to time.  My towel around my waist was tenting obscenely
and I said so.

- There is a way to avoid your towel to show such an awful view, Alex said
laughing.

And with that he took my towel away and left me there naked at the stove.

- If there is an accident and I burn my genitals, you won't be able to play
with them for weeks! I said.

He looked around and found an apron.  He took it and put it on me, leaving
my buttocks in the air.  He took off his own towel and rubbed his cock
against my buttocks.  It grew hard in a split second.  He continued rubbing
it but it was a bit dry frottage if I can say so.  He took the bottle of
olive oil from the counter and poured some just above my crack, letting it
run down.  He then resumed his frottage and his cock glided easily over my
crack.  I wiggled my ass playfully and turned off the stove, as I knew what
was coming.  Indeed, Alex's manhood slipped into my crack and rubbed over
my oiled rosebud.  When he felt that his cock-head was right on target, he
stood on the top of his toes, giving his cock another angle and in one
thrust he was completely embedded in me.  His hands skipped under the apron
and he massaged my cock expertly, spreading my pre-cum over my sensitive
head.  I leaned in against his chest, turning my head so that we could
kiss.  I started to move my hips so that his cock slipped in and out of my
ass and my cock glided in his hand.  I knew I was not going to last long
and from Alex's breathing on my neck he was close to climax as well.  I
increased the speed of my movements and clenched my ass-muscles, which
enhanced the sensations even more.  I felt my juice boil in my balls and
increased the speed even more.  I felt Alex's cock throb in my ass and knew
he was unloading for the second time in my bowels.  It sent me over the
edge and I filled his hand with a copious amount of semen.  I licked his
hand clean while he kneeled down behind me and licked my ass clean.

- Semen and olive oil mix well together I have to say, he said and we both
burst out in laughter.

I put some bread from the deep freezer into the oven and finished the
omelet.  We sat down at the kitchen island to eat and have some nice
Spanish red wine.  I was surprised at which speed he devoured his meal.  It
was just like the coffee: he was used to the coffee of the vending machine
and pizzas to take away.  Home-cooked things were something he was not
really used to.  If he let me, I would bring some changes in his alimentary
habits.  When we were finished I put everything in the dishwasher and put
my towel back around my waist although I suspected it wouldn't take long
before Alex would pull it away again.  I asked Alex if he wanted to spend
the night.

- That's an invitation I can't refuse, he answered, but only if you promise
to kick me out of bed in time so I can get home and have a change of
clothes, at least underwear, shirt and socks!

- We have almost the same build Alex.  I can also give you one of my
briefs, a white or light blue shirt and a pair of socks if that gives us
some quality time before you go to work.

- That is a splendid idea.  It will give me the sensation of being close to
you all day!  Although wearing your underwear will cause me to have a
hard-on most of the day!

We giggled.

- Do you think, Alex asked, that Tiffany was chocked when I gave you a kiss
this afternoon?

- Are you crazy?  I answered.  She was delighted!  She is a fantastic woman
and loves it when she sees happy people.  She has no prejudices at all and
certainly not towards gays.  She never mentions sexual orientations as she
considers it a choice like any other one in life.  You know?  Nobody
questions anything when a man meets a woman and Tiffany thinks that there
is no reason to question anything when a man meets a man or a woman meets a
woman.  It is just the meeting of two human beings who find enough common
points to share a lot of time together.  The race, gender, religion or
other convictions are not important to her.  I think it is her way to show
a lot of respect towards fellow human beings.  She is convinced that with
just a little tiny bit more of respect in this world, things would be so
much better.

- And what do you think?  Alex asked.

- I do agree wholeheartedly with her!  There is such a lack of respect in
this world we live in.  I even think it is really time to include a kind of
course in basic education that would be called "Respect", just like
mathematics, language, history or geography.  If from the first years of
life, the kids receive such an education, there would be a lot less
problems in this world.  Imagine that there is a kid who gets the best
grades of school, but fails in "Respect" and has to do his year all over
again!  Imagine a society where lack of respect is considered a flaw and
even worse: a crime!  Try to picture that leaders of the world and
politicians in general would show a lot more respect of what they do now!
My God, this would be a dream coming true.

- You are a dreamer Gerald!  Alex replied.  But I do agree with you.  As
you say, the first step would be as soon as kids go to school for the first
time.  The problem is that in these days the kids see the lack of respect
in their own home.  Some parents act with such a lack of respect just
between the two of them that kids think it is a normal way of life.  I am,
unfortunately, confronted with it quite often in my work.  I have been, as
I told you, personally faced with a lack of respect from one of my
colleagues.  I agree that attacking him and sending him to hospital was
probably a lack of respect as well.  But what do you want?  Every action is
followed by a reaction.  It is scientifically proved.  On top of that, one
of the facts about me, is that I am what you give me.  Give me respect and
I will be respectful.  Give me love and I will be lovely.  Give me anger
and I will be angry.

- In that we are very similar, Alex.  I noticed that from the very first
meeting.  The ting I liked the most in that meeting was the fact you are
quite forward and looking in the eyes of the person you are talking with.
It shows honesty and sincerity.  You never look aside when someone is
talking to you.  I love that and it was one of the reasons I started to
think about you as a friend and more if there was a possibility!

- That possibility is a reality!  Alex said with a smile.  When I first saw
you I didn't want to have sex with you.  I wanted to reach a point where I
would be able to make love to you.  Sex is wonderful, but is not love.
Love is wonderful, but is not sex.  But when both meet, it gets the best
out of you.  Sex is easy and you can get it anywhere and at any time.
Making love is a treasure that has to be cherished.  Making love is
something so beautiful that we hide it in our bedroom.  Making love doesn't
need any witnesses.  It is the physical expression of the inner feelings.

Alex got straight to my heart with this statement.  My conviction about
what Tiffany had told me, got stronger and stronger by the minute.  Yes, he
was a man I would like to spend the rest of my life with.  I just knew he
was going to be the man who would give me Love, Trust and Respect.  He was
the one who would stand by me at all times.  The happiness I felt at that
moment was so immense that the tears started to flow from my eyes.




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