Early in our lives, we actually shared a few sexual experiences. Neither of us was in a position to take it beyond that, and it's been just fine for u....At any rate, after a long communication drought (life DOES happen), we connected last Wednesday night. Ironically, neither of us could sleep, and each chose to logon. I noticed a pop-up on my social media, so started messaging. That led to a video call, and that's how my wish list has gotten smaller.Our texting was somewhat "colorful,". He said I didn’t like myself very much. I was using my anger to mask the thought that I was imperfect now, handicapped, unable to do my job, unable to be the whole person I expected myself to be. By then I’d learned not to argue with his opinions. He’d hit home too often for me to second guess his statements. Now I was really upset. He’d stripped away all the things I was using to protect myself and excuse myself for my behavior. I had no idea what to do next. At that point, he offered an. " I was very reluctant to break my disguise as an invalid, not when I saw how it might give me an advantage.She nodded and left. Seconds later she returned with Keith in tow."Now what's the bleeding emergency this time?" he asked crossly as he came in the door. "Inasmuch as I may no longer be in the employee of this foin establishment much longer, make your requests short ones. It seems da fookin' rag head had friends and I've been charged with racial discrimination, which is a hate crime and. Martinez the Elder gave me a big smile and I instantly smiled back and came out from behind the protection of the dugout. The three of them -- Orlie, Maria and Whatzername -- were coming down the outer stairway that brought spectators down to ground level, just behind the dugout.I met them there, with a three-foot high wire fence separating us. "You've got a lovely daughter, Ms. Martinez," I said. Not particularly inspired, but a decent opener, I thought."Thank you, Mr. Warren!" she replied..