A wonderful meal followed by an even better night together.So here I am in lovely Georgia and my normal life is going fine, good job, making a few fri...nds but my hidden life is sadly even hidden from me atm. I found myself reading and watching a lot of lezdom porn, which was you know fine, it helped a little. But as the good book teaches us, “Man can not live by porn alone” Or woman in this case. I was on one site and I found that it had a chat function so I signed up. Spent a bit in the chat. Detail to what her hand was actually doing was hidden in silhouette but our imagination and the hand holding the rod and tightening coupled with her moaning as she approached climax was enough to stiffen my shaft and I’m sure Thomas’ as well. Twenty minutes after we took up positions the water stopped and as aroused as we both were our hands eager to further stimulate our members we fled down the scarlet carpeted gall to my room. Locking the door once inside my room we leaned against it. Were, my thing. I am ... was, an accountant.Being dead is something I still have to get used to. It's playing havoc with my tenses. You try talking about yourself in the past tense or even the passed over, as in, no longer in the present or of this world.Anyway, I was an accountant with only the one client. Don Pellotti was head of a small family who all seemed to have nicknames with the exception of Juliette, who didn't seem to warrant one. Mine was "Numbers", or "Numbnuts", depending on who. This time, the price is to become unrecognizable to all those I know and love. Jenny McEwan is now dead: she has gone and in her place is Vyerka, rabinya. When I have these thoughts I should be distraught, but when I'm in the gym, driving up the dumbbells in a shoulder press for example, all I feel is a sort of excitement, like skiing downhill, intoxicated by speed and wanting to go all the faster.Then there is my skin colour. No longer a Scandinavian deep summer tan: more like an Indian girl..