I used to think my girlfriend was perfect. Flawless. The one for me. But of course, she wasn’t. Far from that, in fact. Imogen has had such an effec... on me. She is so shy, yet so blunt. She’s made me see the light. I need her. I live for her. Of course, our relationship has been rough. She cries at night. She is so jealous of my girlfriend, and I am so stupid. I have yet to tell her how much she means to me; I am too chicken. There have been many times that I have risked my secret getting. I have to give you credit for that.”“Can you share it on your Facebook News page, please?”“Sure. I was wondering if you were hard enough for another blow job?”“Oh, I’m still savoring that first one, Sis! It will forever be in my memory.”“You do understand about love, don’t you? When you told that you loved me, I kind of freaked out. Do you have any condoms?”“NO!” I said, probably over-reacting. “Why do I need any condoms? I won’t be making love to anyone, but my left hand for a very long time.. “Go ahead, say what you really think.” Bringing a hand to the back of her neck, Marcus rubbed the soft skin and continued to look at the art. A part of him wished he held back, but the other part wanted to explore her. “What were you thinking about when you painted this?” The muscles in her neck were tight, his fingers massaging the skin only made it tighter. “A bunch of different things. I kept thinking about the way things were before and then starting over. In heartache comes rebirth, I. We see a soft, small meadow and walk toward it. Across the grass there is a small hut, stone walls and partially overgrown — obviously old and abandoned. We walk around and look in and see that inside, though still small, is open with a soft grass floor. We look at each other and seem to be of one thought. Walking in, I pull you toward me, holding you close to me, feeling your body press against mine. Holding your head in my hand, I bring my lips to yours, kissing you softly, fully and deeply..