Iremember how monumental that fear was, and deep the sadness of being awayfrom him was, of being alone. I remember crying so much that I would fallasl...ep exhausted lying just inside the front door, like a dog curled upand waiting for its master.I am an adult now. She is right. I need to get myself together. I am stilla man, less of one, but still a man. I can do this. I can have aconversation without exploding into tears. I laugh at myself."That's better," she says. "Laughs are always the best. We had started talking about lots of different things, including uni, what turned us on and who we were. Annie was one of the reasons I joined Lush. I saw her profile, read her stories and was like :O WOW. So, when she accepted my friend request, naturally I was delighted. The morning of my train journey, a Sunday, Annie and I had been talking and I was set a challenge: To see if I could find a quiet spot on the train and “enjoy” myself a little. Later that day I was dropped off at one station,. The bookcase had been her father’s, and she thought he had a nice little library that she would be happy to keep. The bookcase in her mothers room contained nothing of note, she thought. Mere junk, perhap not even good enough for a charity shop… The big painting she really liked had been relegated to the scullery wall, she went there, took it down and carried it into the living room, where she gave it pride of place on the wall opposite the door. Then she took down all the sentimental. ..not if there is anybody else there lol) and I tried to pee but was still a bit unsteady on my feet.Louise said"If you can hold yourself up,I'll do the aiming for you".More flashes in front of my eyes again,I will have to speak to the Dr. about that.Sometimes you see silly stories about what girls would do if they had a penis for the day and sure enough,Louise started to move my dick a bit,moving the stream of pee around the bowl,laughing at the different sounds that my pee made in different.