I parted my lips and she parted hers in response. We let go of our hands and embraced, pulling each other close.My tongue snaked its way into her mout... and found hers, wrestling with it. My hands were on her hips, then in her hair, then back on her hips, moving slowly, tracing the curve of her body.The whole thing must have lasted less than a minute, but it felt like forever. I didn’t ever want it to end. We stared at each other; stared into each other’s eyes. She smiled at me, which lit up her. I figured in doing that, they could keep their mouths shut and just do what needed to be done.I searched through the ads looking for someone that was willing to come in once or twice a week. Oh yeah, and the last thing I wanted or needed, was someone who'd remind me of my mother. Or worse ... act like one. No, I wanted someone younger, willing to put up with my nasty old filthy self. Yeah I know, it was a lot to ask. But I was willing to pay for it too. Hopefully they'd even be good looking or. The XO and CO were ecstatic that I could do the morning reports.While I was at the CP, I received a package from my Grandfather that included underwear. One of the t-shirts had my fraternity Greek letters on it. I wore it one day as I did the clerical work.The CO, who that day had been promoted to captain, asked, "You're a DKE?"I said, "Yale, sir."The Captain said, "University of Alabama. The S-1 is a brother too."I liked the CO and the XO. The CO, Thornton Canter, was in law school at the. With about forty thousand Nigerians in New York, he said it was like a small town within a bigger town, and as both he and Francis had been here for many years it was almost inevitable they’d bump into each other at some time or other.Knowing I couldn’t put the moment of truth off any longer, I broached the difficult subject. Having built up a fairly good rapport with him, the obvious strategy seemed to be to tell him an edited version of the truth and appeal to his better nature. As he knew.