We visited the Walton Backwaters ("Secret Water"). We sailed up the Colne and listened to a Nightingale while anchored off Fingringhoe. At night, Jess...ca and I slept together and made love; I occasionally felt bad about excluding Jenni, especially when Donna wasn't with us, but she seemed very happy.When the weather wasn't so promising, we stayed in Jessica's flat and explored the district's various attractions as far afield as Bury St. Edmunds. We even, from time to time, went to church on. They’re experimental, but fundamentally, if they can keep her immune system strong enough, she’ll live a normal life.”“A cure?” Elyse asked.“No. I asked Jess about that a while ago. You don’t die from HIV, but from other things that happen due to a suppressed immune system, so you can live a full life being HIV positive, and other than making sure you don’t infect anyone, you’ll be fine.”“That’s pretty impressive compared to where things were even three years ago.”“Indeed.”“When are you going. Menoetes here again.I really hope you are enjoying this silly collection of saucy stories or maybe one of my other sordid tales. If you are then please let me know! Writers thrive on feedback and your kind encouragement is what keeps me plugging away at the ol' keyboard for hours on end.So feel free to drop me a quick message, shoot me an email or even buy me a coffee to let me know if I am doing well. I promise you that I am a friendly fellow. Cheers and happy reading!Story Blurbs and. In that moment I felt deep shame. The once proudleader of men, pillar of the community, future candidate for Governor andwho knows how far I could go, was reduced to the lowest point of my lifeat the hands of a stranger. And yet, I felt the stirrings of somethingelse too. I felt a kind of rightness. My fear was changing in thedarkness of my perverted mind and something else more primal was takingits place."You have been wearing this toy in your ass for a long time today haven'tyou Tina?" he.