John had a rough couple of years. By all accounts, they had a good relationship until then. He stood by her as a man should. He earned a goddess’s f...vor. Don’t cheapen what he did by hurting them with those words. They were all dead. Taking all that shit and loving her saved them.”Kevin’s eyes glistened as he spoke. “I understand. When I think about it, I feel bad for him. He got fucked. I have everything he ever wanted.I’m stealing from him. He should be with Meg, not me. He didn’t do anything. It was agreat place to hunt for that bargain for your apartment or gift for anartistic friend.The thing was that Patrick was a gay activist who seemed to knoweverybody. I looked in the window and knew that I had subconsciouslywalked to the shop while thinking I was moving at random. Now I knew Ihad made my decision."Hi Patrick," I said as I walked through the door."Yo, Terry" he boomed back. Patrick was as tall as Robert but maybe 30pounds heavier. He moved with deceptive speed and came and. Most nights I would toss and turn not sleeping very well. Finishing my sweep of the house, LOL, Chief was out side this morning. Looking out the patio door the front gate was open and Chief was nowhere in sight. I ran outside and closed the gate and latched it.It was a nice sunny day so I went back inside to change. Changing into a bikini I grabbed a towel and a blanket and headed outside. As I settled my self on the blanket I tried to relax and soon fell asleep. A noise woke me up. Chief was. Just before the end of his first year, he met Mark Wilcox prowling around the same sorority house that Paul had discovered was filled with cute coeds. Initially competitive, they soon discovered that the supply of coeds was plentiful and the need to compete disappeared. Both attended the summer session that year, and by the start of the fall semester, they had truly become fast friends. If you saw one, you saw the other nearby.Paul had a two-bedroom apartment by then. If there was a function at.