I kissed mom first because of the conditions in this country then kissed Japera and finally Lusa. I told her in her mind how sorry I was to do it this...way.Once in the hotel I told them what I had done. Dad was following my description to see if he would have done any different. Lusa gave me a congratulatory kiss and a hug. It felt like adequate compensation to me.We went out to eat even though I wasn't hungry yet. Over the table I told them of my art gallery's latest sales and contracts. I. John looked at Ginger, still uncertain of how the other young man would react and nodded. Fortunately Ginger grinned and nodded as well. He put his good hand on theirs, coincidentally located over his penis at that time and patted them both.Ginger was quite happy to accept a profession of love (perhaps) from his male companion; the exact sentiment wasn't clear in his soundless state. He had been equally delighted that Henrietta had actually used that word, with intent!Be that as it may, he had. In order to push my plan forward, I needed to start researching the dojos in the area, so I could start martial arts classes. I also needed to head to the library to put together a fitness program.I only wish I had the internet as this would be going so much faster. Oh well, if wishes were fishes, we’d all cast nets. Walking around the neighborhood would be a good start. Like they say, “walk before you run.”The next week went by without much fanfare. I started and ended each day by walking a. He threatened her with worse than death if she tried to mess with his butt hole. ‘Keep your hands off my ass-hole,’ he growled the first time she helped bathe him. She just ignored him and scrubbed him down. He wouldn’t touch her in there, and only rested his hand on her shoulder if he lost his balance. It was a strained relationship for a long time. But eventually they got to be great . . . friends? I’m not sure how to label it. See, I stopped by one time, much later in his recuperation, and.