No, it's the back garden that gets all my attention. As I've said, it's really three gardens in one. Nearest the back door, beyond the patio, which I ...aid myself with the help of a friend who was in the building trade, is the pretty bit as Connie used to call it. Here is where the lawn is and the herbaceous borders and the flowering shrubs. I specialise in dahlias; lovely plants but a lot of work. In the autumn you... but I mustn't get carried away about my dahlias. I'm told I can be a bit of a. When I got upstairs, I could already smell the coffee. Marsha must already be up. I was pouring myself a cup of coffee when Marsha entered the room. She was very nicely dressed, not sexy, but neat and smart looking. She looked like a business woman and dressed the part. She wasn't out to turn heads today.After saying morning to her, I didn't say good morning because there wasn't anything good about it for me. I asked her to call me if she would be working so I could replan my day if. " Can you arrange a meeting with some of them with me? It ... would be... nice to know I'm not the only one like me." I'll ask, I'm sure they would like to meet you too." Thanks so much for this, Tommy. A lot of guys would have a seriousproblem learning another boy had a crush on them." I'm not like them. I figure a person is a person, no matter who theyend up with a crush on. You didn't ask for this, and considering theamount of tragedy you've had to cope with in the last couple of. I did not believe what the bastard wrote in his crazy letter. And I did not believe that she had had a longtime sexual relationship with Mary.I believed, though, that she had fucked Phil gladly.She had allowed herself to be swept away by her desire. She had enjoyed it, maybe more than she had ever enjoyed it with me. Certainly more than she'd ever tell me. Oh yes. She had done it all and I am certain her body has often prompted her to do it again.But she hasn't. I believe that.Then again, she.