A month after the funeral, Maureen came into my bedroom one night and sat down. She had a pamphlet from the Duke University School of Medicine."I'm go...ng to cure cancer," she said softly."I know you are, sweetheart," I said, not to patronise or belittle her, but because I knew right then that if there was cure for cancer to be found anywhere in this world, Maureen was going to hunt it down, and she was going to destroy the disease that had taken her Mom from her. So she and I made a deal; if. It was a time when I was going through a stage of experimenting with my sexuality. I was intrigued by the xhamster site and I would peruse the different things that were depicted in this realm. It quickly evoked some powerful and wild fantasies. I decided to explore these further by actually communicating with one of the guys who was posting and writing about the very things that made up my most vivid fantasies.After my initial contact with Emorymed he suggested that we write some stories, to. "Not quite...I'll take a special one...and that's you, Cris!" Thanks...I'm the lucky one." No, I'm the lucky one," and she kissed me hard and started slipping her tongue between my lips. As I started to respond, she broke it off saying, "Can't go there right now...we've got lots to do." Too bad...a little workout might take my mind off my sick feeling, " and I started drinking my coffee after taking the pills."Cris, put your 'John Hancock' on this contract. I got up early and put this together. This is your senior year, and a wonderful opportunity to launch your career, whether it be in sculpting, painting, or teaching. We need good art instructors who really care about their students so thank you to those of you going into that career. I came here today to conduct some business and to see what you've accomplished but also to spend some time with a woman who has amazed me in so many ways. Since she is a student here, I have a feeling you'll see more of me, and Professor Whitlow has.