I’ve got the k**s. Love you!” I told him I couldn’t hardly hear and had to go. I told him I loved him too, and hung up. I was standing there won...ering if it was just me or were things really so bad between us. I felt when he talked like this he was the perfect man, the man I love, the man I married.As I stood there getting bumped around by comers and goers seeking bladder relief, I realized I had been staring at a corkboard with business cards on it, all over it. But one was talking to me. In. I finally looked at her sweet face and saw the most wonderful smile I will ever remember. She kissed me deeply and said "My friends were right...this is the best feeling ever. But they will never know how wonderful it is to love the first guy you're with". I felt tears coming to my own eyes as I stroked her gently. I felt her young body responding as she raised her hips from the bed to meet my gentle thrusts. After just a few moments we were moving as one...as if we had been doing this together. The inevitable fear is that this will release a new wave of promiscuity and make a mockery of sexual morality at every level. My concern is to clear up the immorality and promiscuity that have been far too prevalent, and perversely covered over. So we come back to Griffith.He is called Dasa, servant-slave, at Oikos. His body is smooth-shaven and he seems to be channeling his feminine side in a predominant way. He emerges from the shower before entering the session. His towel is wrapped around. ." Then she looked at me and asked "So you're thinking about anew career?" Well, kind of," I replied. "But I just wanted to get your take on it ...and like, I don't know if I'd be any good ..."She gave me a big smile and said, "Why don't ah let you go getfreshened up and we'll talk about it. And hon? Remember to use theright door!" Mark and I both chuckled at that amusing memory, and Iexcused myself, grabbing my purse as I left.When I returned there was a basket of fresh chips on the table,.