The east end isn’t a place I know very well. I liked walking around with Elijah, though. I linked my arm with his, and he seemed pleased. Who am I k...dding? The brother was all smiles. I also liked it when Elijah put his arm around me and held the door for me as we boarded the bus at Blair Station. We rode together till Hurdman Station, and then, we had to go our separate ways. Good night beautiful, Elijah said, and gave me a brief hug. I nodded and smiled, ecstatic beyond belief, but trying to. They felt safe and secure, and were willing to tell me all their deepest secrets, even their marital secrets. They needed someone to talk to who would listen to their inner feelings. I was that person. They would tell me of their happy endings and their frustrations with their men.Some had mentioned that after I had given them a massage, they would go home to their husbands and after dinner give him the time of his life in bed that night. They would even tell me of their happy endings without. After the young girls, she was a full-grown and obviously healthy woman, and, I thought, equally obviously,, in some kind of trouble. I got down and helped her up on the saddle. She wrapped the quilt around her torso and let her bare legs hang out as I remounted with her rump in my groin and her thighs between mine.Down the hill we went, my old horse probably unhappy about the extra hundred pounds or so but moving on steadily, carefully in the dark."How come you're out here, this time a'night?". . sharing me? You and I have a good thing going, and I don't want to ruin it. I also don't want to hurt your mother by not following through with what we started," he said."Billy, darling, I'm not the jealous type. I don't have to be. I know where your big wonderful heart lies and I don't worry about anyone else. And I certainly don't worry about you and Mom. I know what you are doing and why you are doing it. And I love you for it."Besides, it's not like she is going to have you all to.