Maybe everyone I met had shitty lives. Maybe everyone I was friends with had screwed up childhood situations. I didn't go asking about their mom, dad,...families, etc., before I started hanging around with them, drinking with them, letting them come over to my apartment, or fucking them. I just liked the friendships, and if it led to sex, hey, that was even better. If not? I was comfortable having friends and just hanging out with people.So as I got older, into my 20's and 30's, even getting. Then he was gone, and Gigi was still lying on Meg’s bed, feeling the warmth of recent lovemaking, this time her own. She didn’t wonder who her lover was. It probably didn’t matter now. It only mattered that he was a master of the craft, and welcome back to her bed, whoever he was.She awoke some time later with the bedside lamp on and a man sitting beside her stroking her back and feeling the curves of her bum and thighs. He was naked also, and she could see he had a good body, maybe not like. And a pee.”She sniggered. We walked into the coffee shop and a gave Erika some coins while I used their facilities. I scoured the map repeatedly looking for Roman ruins. Erika took the map from me when we reached the park again and could see the SXH tent, with a voluptuous naked girl, in the distance.“OK, where are we going?”“You give up?”“Yes, I don’t know.”“What do you know about football in Prague?”“Football? Fuck all.”“My dad is an Arsenal fan. He took me to see them a number of times when. . needs help with the organization ... Who are they?" I asked.Phil looked down and quickly said, "They are the St. Andrew's Outreach, its run by a Brother Ed and a Sister Deb and the..." GOD PEOPLE ... FUCKING GOD PEOPLE, Phil you know I don't deal with God People, not after that they did to Theresa!" John, it's not like that. Yea, they are part of a religious order, but they don't preach or anything. They are doing a real good job and they really need help. The kind of help you could give..