He grinned at me. “I will be your first and only male lover in my lifetime,” he said with conviction.His words rang true. I, too, had felt when we...touched that he was to become part of my life in an important way. I looked at him again and smiled. A look of contentment came over his face. He happily smiled back at me, as if he had found something he’d been looking for some time.I asked him how he found living in Iron Hills. Then I happily listened and enjoyed my port as he told me about the. I sat back on the sofa and watched Justines reaction. Claire pulled a face and got up to go into the kitchen on some errand. I knew she wasnt too comfortable with porn, but she let me have a few DVDs anyway. Justine laughed from the other sofa, tossing her golden hair back. That guy is hung like a…you know, She held up her little finger to demonstrate. He is a porn star, I said. Theyre pretty well hung. Check this out, Justine said. She reached down into Kevins lap and unzipped his jeans, then. What was surprising about the funeral as it proceeded was not that the solemnity gradually transformed into laughter and celebration, but the first instigator of the transformation was Andy, the owner of the field in which the funeral was taking place, the back yard of his mansion in Thunder Bay, Ontario, who himself was losing his battle to stay alive, Parkinson's disease grabbing and shaking him a couple years earlier. He was not only suffering from a frustrating disease but was suffering. .I weighed it up and concluded nothing beats actually knowing. I was going to know, and sooner than I’d imaginedShe opened the door to me, “come in”. The room was neat, tv on and a few magazines spread on the bed. She stood by her window briefly. “Good view” I asked ironically; She turned and gave a wry smile. “It’s ok from where I’m standing” that was officially the ice broken. “Have you ever imagined fucking me” she said as she approached me. Emmm..standing half a foot from me now she pulls.