From the couch in the front room of my apartment I was able to see the moon shifting around behind the cloud clumps.I'd turned on the radio and it was...playing softly. A short time ago it had been midnight and they'd given the news, a long with the weather report."Today, Monday, was to be a beautiful day. No rain. No smog. Lots of sunshine." And I still didn't have a client. But I had Honey.After she'd made the telephone call from Nora's house, we'd all assembled in the front room. It was Honey. The conversation continued easily, until I saw the familiar truck of my friend pull into the lot. We both got off the hood of her car, and I told her I would handle the details. She was obviously relieved as I took charge, and ten minutes later her car was gone, her holding a card from the shop, her backpack and the promise her car would be ready the following day.I offered her a ride home, as the sun was setting and her boyfriend was nowhere to be found, but she was worried that he would show. She nodded along and assured him she would not be lazy about it but keep to it strictly, as he told her. It was wonderful to be allowed to see how he took his pleasure, but I doubt if Enrique cared or understood what it meant to me. In fact I know that he thinks nothing of me. I don’t exist, at least not as a rival male. That I was male was a factoid, an item of trivia. And he has no idea how I admired that beautiful cock when I saw it. Maybe he thought that I envied it, but it wasn’t envy at. 6 kilometre nature trail that wound up and down the Pinnacle Nature Reserve, one of his favourite areas to jog and it was even right next to suburbia, not that far from where he lived. It was just one of the bush hills and ridges around Canberra that were a delight to explore and which seemed to encourage an active lifestyle.While there were some rocky sections, most of the tracks here were easy to run on. As the trail crested the ridge, there was a side track with steps hewn into the slope.