. of course, but that didn't bring back the woman who was truly my 'other half'. In fact, I had frequently and sincerely referred to her as my 'better...half'.Christine was a gardener; not the formal, manicured lawn, exotic flower, sort of gardener. She liked native plants and plants that encouraged wildlife. If our garden seemed a bit unkempt ... well, by some standards it was. But it was a haven for wild birds ... titmice of three sorts, finches of at least three sorts, sparrows, dunnocks,. It seemed almost every week I was entertaining new people from work or friends of friends at work; first Michelle, then Elizabeth, Yolanda, and Kelly. Ellen became first. She was telling me her life’s story after several sessions on my table. She told me how my hands seemed to caress every spot that needed extra attention. She wished her husband, John would touch her the way I did. Right out of college she had married her college beau. John was a couple of years ahead of her and had landed a. Her negative attitude towards him kept him madder than hell at her, therefore, Harry was sure that giving the obnoxious little Jew a chance to help sell her body to The Don to be used for a good donkey fucking would be an opportunity for payback that Maury wouldn’t pass up. Harry laughed that he could fully understand Cappuccino’s attitude, though, because every time he met with Maury he felt like he needed to take a shower afterwards.In closing, Harry asked, “Damn, Shine has introduced me to. But he declined. In his mind, he still wanted topossess me as a "man", as a submissive bottom. I felt sad after hisrefusal, yet I was determined to go ahead with my plan. Achref had afriend, Dorian, a sexy, strong, Algerian bodybuilder who would sometimeslet me worship his beauty. I admired Dorian greatly, also because hismuscle mass was always proportionate, never excessive. One day, I calledhim to ask if he was willing to bless my gaff. When he answered yes, Ifelt on top of the world. My.