After we recovered, we lay back on the pillows, side by side."Elfie says she likes you," she said."I hardly know her. We say "Hello" and stuff, but we...haven't had much in the way of conversation." Well now you'll have a chance to get to know her well. She's a sweet k**." Aren't you a bit concerned? You're gonna be leaving her alone with a very gay teenage girl. How do you know I won't be getting into naughty games with her?" I don't," she chuckled, "but you'd never make her do anything if she. The older man stared into the younger’s eyes a moment, then returned the kisses and caresses with equal ardour.It was a sunny, slightly cool, Sunday afternoon in late summer and I had been enjoying a walk along the Adenak River. Just past The Bend, as everyone called the park at the curve in the river, was a quiet spot that I frequently used as a resting place. I sat on a log near the water to listen to its gentle rippling and sloshing as I meditated on life. And that’s when I saw the two men. I dreamed that I was a puppet on strings, likePinnochio. I dreamed that for everything I did, I was not only beingjerked around, but someone was watching me, writing down everything I did.I couldn't see who was pulling the strings, or the writer, but I knew whothey both were: Steven Stills.I woke up. 9:40 AM. I texted David at work to apologize and let him knowI would be in by 10:30, a half-hour past when I was supposed to start. Ihopped in the shower and stayed in there a long time.I felt. “I’m fine. How was your vacation. Ready to move to Florida?” The winter had been very cold here at home. “I think we’ll try it in summer before deciding if we want to move there,” she said, laughing. She bent over and kissed my forehead, then got up to go to her room. I got up and followed her. The aroma of her perfume trailed her. When she got to her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her sweater over her head. Stepping into her closet, she came out with her cozy warm up suit and a.