She rose up from my body and looked me in the face. Gobs of goo were on her lips and chin. She used her tongue to reach what she could and swallowed. ...he was very excited.What she then said I did not entirely understand. She repeated herself, over and over, saying in a husky voice that it was her first time and that she enjoyed it. She lay beside me and embraced me and I hugged her back. I had always loved her, and now she did something that gave me so much pleasure. Later I could only remember. Ohhh. Ohhh. Pathetic. So, to the letter: Dear Cummy Cunny,For the past five years, my life has been blissful and all because of Trevor. He is my night, my day, my sun, my moon, my stars, my firmament. He is my morning and my evening, my waking and my sleep, my (no, that's quite enough, any more of that and I'm going to vomit; babble, babble, nonsense, nonsense, sickening shit, ahhh). He is an Interphase Production Facilitator with a well-known national Resource Interruption Specialist. It's a. Okay, we're going to look at a video. This is a great poet of the Beat Generation, Allen Ginsberg. He opposed the military, materialism, and sexual repression. Listen to this. Watch him if you want to, but listen. Close your eyes and hear the poem come to life." She had the video already cued as if she knew in advance what I needed to hear. He started off a little tentative—a bearded man with long hair and a receding hairline with black framed glasses, reading in front of a crowd outdoors. But. A second bottle rapidly disappears and Suzy looks comfortable, chatting with Jenny like old friends. Brilliant.After playing catch up it's time for a quick nap and freshen up for dinner on the beach at the taverna.We crash for an hour and soon it's seven thirty, time to dress and go aboard their boat for a quick slurp before dinner.The evening passes quickly with lots of laughter and banter and an excellent sea food dinner, washed down with copious quantities of good wine as the sun sinks below.