Alrightie then, no explosion and I’m still breathing, albeit a bit shakily. Chuckling to myself, I man up and open the box. Inside is a book of poem... and it’s dedicated to me and a bookmark is tucked in on page 130. Whoever sent me the gift must know me quite well, because the poem that’s marked is one of my favorites. It is by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, ‘The Ways of Love’ and yeah, I know I’m a sap, sue me! Book in hand, I return to my computer and send the following message to devol: Me: Who. ”I went back to my house. Inside, I went to the TV room and turned on the tube for the Braves game. Alice entered the room.She said, “Sam, could you lend me some clothing. I don’t want to go out until my bodyguards start looking elsewhere. I’ve never seen them routed so quickly or even at all. You are good.”“We’ll see what clothes are available. They came at me on my turf without thought that I might be prepared. I don’t think they were prepared for the average southern boy protecting what is. He would occasionally tease me that if I “wasn’t straight I’d be his boyfriend”, but he never pushed beyond that. He came straight up to me and gave me a smile like he knew something I didn't.Curious what that look was all about – I assumed he had another wry, funny story about one of his sexual conquests or failures – I asked, “Hey, what’s up with you?”But he cocked his head and spoke into my ear, "I'm just deciding which straight boy I'm gonna' take home and turn gay tonight". Then he calmly. He kissed back up my body to my neck and bit me once again. Oh it was just too much, I knew I was getting close… my body started to quiver and shake and I let out a loud moan and came in his mouth. He took it all and then sat up licking his lips. I smiled and pulled him down into another kiss and I could feel that he had a hard on again. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at me. I looked back and saw his eyes filled with passion and love. He kissed me and then whispered in my ear, “Are you.