I had somewhere read a poem, “swimming in the rain”. It was sheer coincidence that it happened when I was swimming with Naga. I pulled her towards...me and started to kiss her real hard and passionately, we went to the room and stood under the shower and started kissing each other I unzipped her swim suit and made her nude and undressed myself. I squeezed her boobs and started to make up and down movements against her body which she had against the wall. She asked me to relax and slowed me down. We didn't have any idea what most of them did except they seemed to still be doing something or other after countless millennia. An office building and industrial complex were built to house our various enterprises in Oklahoma and provide cover for what really went on there.Our son, Charles Victor Harwood, spoke his first word, "Son of a bitch!" After he spent the day yelling it at the top of his lungs, it was decided my vocabulary needed upgrading. Little Charley was black haired and violet. I wanted a complete change in my life and moved to a small farming community on the west coast of Mexico. I had long ago decided that anybody who I was going to have continual contact with would have to know I was gay. I didn’t intend to live a life of deception. This was me, take it or leave it. The house I bought was in a cluster of five homes with other neighbors being some distance away. My nearest neighbors accepted me as a friend and I became a participant in their family get-togethers. . There had been plenty of those these past few years. She mused at the idea of writing a letter to Santa, and leaving it on the table with some milk and cookies, after all what would it hurt, it was Christmas Eve. It had been years since her childhood and the many letters she had wrote to Santa asking for special gifts. She laughed as she thought about what she would ask for. Taking her pen in hand she started to write: Dear Santa, It’s been along time since I’ve written a letter to you asking.