No letter containing the gift certificate. Ergo, I gave it to June. She should have it. So, she somehow lost it. Wow. That’s….that’s really not ...ool. Anyhow, I got on bus number eighteen leaving Vanier for Saint Laurent Mall and caught the number four bus going to Carleton University at Hurdman Station. While on the bus, I thought about June. What is going on with her? Why is she doing this? Things were going so well between us. Why is she fucking up things now? Women! I half-heartedly called. We would have survived but life would likely have not been kind to us. I wonder what type of man I might have met. Would he have beat me when he learned I liked women/girls too? There, you can't have both. You are one or the other. Would I have ever learned I like girls? Maybe not. I would not be driving. Would I be living in a nippa hut? Would I be washing my family's clothes by hand in a big tub? In the future would I look older than I am quickly? How long would I live? But I don't have to. It was so unexpected: she was always the stoic. Simone crying was something I’d never seen. After we ended the kiss – and there were several false endings – she leaned over and gave my cock a few kisses. My cock surprised me by becoming hard in almost no time at all. She must have sucked some semen that was there from earlier into her mouth because she seemed to have a strong reaction, the kind of reaction I loved in her. Before I knew what was happening, she took my full length deep into her. When I was a lad, three was nothing, but now it was an effort.I paused, still sunk to the hilt within her, my pike jumping and flexing with a will entirely its own. On fully extended arms I smiled down at her, our bodies touching only at a single, pleasurable spot as I managed to massage steadily her tiny and sensitive nub by grinding at her groin. I bent down and kissed her gently. We both were dripping sweat and nearly spent. Her mouth opened but no sound emerged, just gulping, so I withdrew.