When I was married I had considered sharing my wife with another man, watching and possibly cleaning both of them up afterwards, but that opportunity ...as gone. And I had gained about 40 pounds since my divorce so I didn't feel secure in front of women.So I'm in the chat room and suddenly I get an instant message from someone named Randy Johnson. "Hi, how you?" I'm well thanks, and you?"And we chatted for about 15 minutes before he finally asked me what I was looking for. I told him I was. It was, actually, "business as usual" for dear old Planet Earth. Saddam Hussein had just gotten the shit bombed out of him by the Mighty Armed Forces of the United States. The Global Economy sucked. Poverty, famine, and disease were rampant even in the so-called "developed nations". People still harbored hatred towards those of their neighbors who happened to be of a different race, creed, color, or sexual persuasion. It was, in fact, so much like the present time that one would have to. I lie on my side and gaze at him for a while, reliving the events of the previous night.What is it with me? What am I? Have I no morals, no shame? I search deep within myself. I can discern no trace of the shame, the disgust I believe I should be feeling. Is it love I feel for this "friend", or only lust?He is radiant, gleaming.Gently so as not to wake him I let my hands graze over his taut frame. Cautiously, I heft the length of his sex in my palm, impressed by the solid weight of him. The. Gliding. Mountains to west. Cessna NCXXX is base white with red trim. I have a battery powered handheld with unknown battery life. Departed Front Range on license flight. Examiner shut down engine ... no restart.“Lamar Tower. Intentions?”“If I can find a golf course ... wait one.”I asked the examiner, “Is that a beacon I see to the southwest?”He squinted. “Yes.”“Lamar ... I think I have your beacon, can you shut it off and turn it back on?“Will do.”“Got it. Lamar. Headed your way.”“My.