He turned the page and began reading the next entry.-- Monday 8 April ‘02I was finishing up my Sunday journal entry when my visitor approached me an... asked me what I was doing. I explained I’ve kept a journal since I learned to write. He congratulated me on my discipline and asked to look at what I had written.“I can’t read this,” he said. “I don’t know your writing.”“Would you like me to teach you?” I asked.“I would.”We sat, cross-legged on the floor, facing each other. I leaned toward him. Steven brought a bowl of steaming soup. At first, I was reluctant to eat but the smell was delicious so I tasted it. It turned out that I was very hungry.Steven sat on a chair near the bed and told me his story. ?I am orthopedist. I worked nearly seven years in the clinic. My colleagues thought highly of me. Four months ago, someone slandered me. I was fired. No one helped me. I moved to live here. A stranger came one day. He said that his friend was wounded and that I must do my best to. At this point Peter went very quiet then said to Danny over the phone, “umm ... actually ... yes ... I do need to come over. There IS something we need to talk about. Give me a few moments to get ready and I will be over shortly ... say about 10.30am. Is that OK with you?”Danny said it would be OK but he couldn’t help noticing how flat Peter’s mood had become. He knew it couldn’t be anything too serious. He would have heard about it, surely! Maybe Peter and Becky were having problems after all.. Opening them, she saw nothing but my pubic hair. "No undies? You are a nasty boy!" "Oh my!" she said as my erection popped out of my jeans and landed in her thick pubic patch. "Like it?" "I sure do ... But, it's been a while ... I mean I don't usually do this with so soon." "Me either. It should mean something. Anyone can fuck, but I want to love you." "You do!? What do you mean?" "I mean that you mean more to me than that. You're very special to me." Soon, my jeans were along side hers on the.