Not three weeks later, Candy arose slowly, one Saturday morning. She could barely even walk!I asked her if she got in late, last night.She admitted ge...ting home at nearly sunrise after a marathon session with Paul."Where did you two go?" I blurted out."To HIS room!" Fretted Candy. "We did everything in the Kama Sutra, and then some!" Didn't he, at least, feed you?" I asked incredulously."Oh, his dad made us some steaks off the grille, salads too. He even offered us Bloody Mary drinks to go with. A grin almost cracked my face. The kids always called it Sand of the Stable and it was her annual gift from both of them as they grew up. A distant part of me noted it was the first time I'd thought of Ginny and didn't want to cry. Oh precious Lord, I miss her so, she made life fun!I don't want to sound metaphysical, I don't believe in ghosts, but at that instant, I felt a warmth flush my chest. As if my lungs had been bathed in warm water. If it had continued much longer I might have worried. But this wasn’t the case when I was dating my last girlfriend, after the Balkan. Confiding in my parents felt like a tremendous release, my sexuality was not classified information anymore. I wanted to date again, registered on Guardian Soulmates, an online dating site in the UK, and almost immediately met an out-and-proud Hungarian, whose day job as a c***dcare professional made her altogether enchanting! It was fast-track love. We moved in soon after the exchange of I Love You-s, I’d cook. Once finished, yes finished, I appraised my look. I had to smile. The nylons were thigh high with lace at the top. On the back were little sewn-on flowers. The thong was black satin with a small lace wedge inset centered on the top. My heels were four inch stilettoes. On top I was wearing my tattoos. It didn’t quite seem balanced, though. I looked through the jewelry I now had and selected dangling silver earrings and a long string of costume pearls, which I double looped and arranged to hang.