He wore a sleeveless T shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He took me by the hand and led me to his couch. He took a seat on the couch and I laid on the ...loor between his legs. My heart still racing, I placed my hands under his T shirt to feel his solid rock hard abs. Here I am, an average built older white guy, not believing a guy in his early 20’s would even be remotely interested in a guy like me, but for some reason he was.He moaned as I gently rubbed his chiseled chest and teased his nipples. She wore the earrings, and then shyly she asked me to tie the necklace around her throat. I did that, and taking a beautiful red rose from the vase, stuck it in her hair. She was standing before the mirror admiring her. I stood behind her and pulling her towards me, hugged her and placed a hand on her breast. Her eyes were closed and she turned towards me, lifting her face and offering me her lips which was half open. I was wild with desire. Drawing her more close, and crushing her lovely. I love collaborating with him.The thing is, we learned something when we got married. The wedding happened on the beach in front of my house in Huntington Beach. It was glorious. I highly recommend outdoor weddings. Much more than church weddings I imagine (I've never been to any other weddings except my own) because it's like God and the universe directly smiles down at the union. It really was glorious.Anyway, what I learned came from what happened afterwards. At our Island of Conception I. Sure enough it wasthe same two FBI agents who had interrogated me in Tracy's apartment, alifetime ago. I watched in fascination as they talked to the lifeguardwho had found my purse, writing in their notepads as he pointed to wherehe'd found it. They left soon afterwards, but about an hour later a low-flying helicopter began to search the waterfront, making lazy circlesfarther and farther out into the Mediterranean until eventually itdisappeared.It was time for my second act. Quickly I.