.. she went into the closet.I laughed and got up to go help her. When I got to the closet, she was squatting in exactly the place where the toilet wou...d have been, if she had gone into the bathroom instead of the closet. She was directly over an expensive cashmere sweater that was folded up and laying on the floor. I yelled, “Dame dayo! Soko de Oshiko shinai de!” [Don’t do it! Don’t pee there!”]Too late.Well, so much for that sweater.We joked about that for years. But, then she did it again.. At first Manchester was just incomprehensible, but my job was fairlyeasy and after a few weeks I started to settle and find my feet. I hadbeen there for perhaps a month before I ventured into the Canal Streetarea at the heart of the Gay village, and that was where I met Alex, across dressing first year student at the University.He was my first real boyfriend and within months of meeting we startedliving together. The two years we spent together were some of thehappiest of my life, in Alex I had. Telling a woman she smells erotic and appealing was anything but offending at least to me anyways.Well trust me that was not to be the only thing that he surprised me with. And he decided to drink a few beers and then after drinking his 6 pack he then all of asudden he came over to me and started kissing me and was like ready to go to bed I could not say no because I had already seen a picture of his cock and I could notwait to see if what the picture was showning me was true. So we went into. "We need to revise the quarter of an inch rule. If you move in and then out it's fucking but if you just move in one quarter of an inch it's within tolerant movement. Is that agreeable to you?"I pondered her proposal. The quarter of an inch would be to her advantage. She would be able to do things that would drive me wild. I didn't care but I wasn't going to give her a quarter of and inch for nothing."Sure, I guess so but I want something in return," I answered."What do you want?" That you.