And number two is that I am for damn sure not letting this go. Not letting him go, not if I can help it.Which means, by extension, that we’re going ...o hole up here for a very long time while I try to give him at least the rudiments of what he needs to know to get along in the world. And that means there’s no way in hell that I’m going back to the firm.I need to make a call. Several calls.It’s pushing at three weeks that I’ve been here, and I didn’t tell anybody where I was going so by now I. I cared for him until hiseventual death in April, 1975, at the age of 74." I'm sorry. That must have been hard for you." It was, but it was also a liberation of sorts. After his funeral I movedto San Francisco, where I became part of the gay scene with a vengeance.I'd always been somewhat buttoned-up and repressed sexually, like most ofthose of my generation, but for the next three years I gave myself overto hedonism with complete abandon. I quickly grew to love the bathhousesand very soon lost. I’m about to get another come, and after this one, I want Melinda and Becky to teach me how to suck pussy the way she and the others sucked mine.”“Let’s go upstairs. I want you to lay on my bed and let me fuck you from behind. That way, you can suck each of their pussies as I fuck you.”“Eddie, I’m so glad I got to meet you and your friends. I love the way you make me feel and I love the way your women can love me and make me feel like I’m already one of your Youth Group Volunteers. Please don’t. Again I felt stupid, and sensing my anguish she quickly hugged me and said, "That's OK John I still loved it, and it will be better next time."Cuddled in her arms and before drifting off to sleep I remember feeling pleased with myself, I was no longer a virgin.We slept late into the morning and I awoke feeling more like my old self, the embarrassments of the night before behind me now. Norma was lying with her back to me, I snuggled up to her and placed an arm over her and felt her breast.