Moskowitz complained about a stiffness inhis muscles during the course of the afternoon of August 13. At dinner,he complained that there was no pizza...with just pineapple on it. This wasa topping he had never been to enjoy previously.Just after the meal, he began to giggle, his voice rising slowly from adeep base to a lilting soprano. He jumped up on the table and began todance to a tune being played on another fraternity. His hair grew down tohis shoulders and lightened to a honey blonde. . About three hours passed and as many drinks later we got a bit frisky we decided to play a game,we played this often loser had to allow the winner anything they wanted,anyways I lost "so what do you want me to do ?" I asked him excitedly."Go to the bedroom and lay on the bed" he said "Ok" I got up and went indoors I lay face up on our bed my body warm and glowing from the afternoon sun."Close your eyes"he said from outside the door"Ok there closed" I yelled my pussy was starting to throb with. She asked me do you want to see me in that dress once again. I said not now mom may be some other day. I asked her the same question do you think of me. She said yes. I think of you when I heard your words in the court when the judge asked you with whom do you want to stay. You said “I Love my mom and I don’t want to leave her alone and stay with this (dad) man”. You said these words and looked at me with your teary eyes. At that instance I felt your love towards me. We kept on dancing for some. ‘I mean what am I suppose to say to this? Thanks for making the trip up to see me? Christ.’ Before you throw yourself into a plausible fire you have to see what’s coming. Maybe real love demands a happy ending. One with a glorious wedding and a following life that constantly builds steppingstones to heaven’s guarded door. But the love Stephen’s harbored for Alison for twenty years requires only truth. The dreams of seeing her again, of tasting her for the first time were driving him mad. This.