Rourke and I crept away quietly and could scarce whisper to ourselves about what we had just witnessed before we found ourselves among others and were...perforce required to stop. We were near what was called the bunkhouse, where the male staff had their rooms and kitchen, and several of the men invited us to lunch with them. Curious, we made our way inside, to find Jenny and Charity serving a hot luncheon in the dining area attached to the large kitchen. Most of the men came in, to wash and be. Feeling naughty, I replies asking for his picture. He sent one back and it was a nice thick cock. Soon we were exchanging more pictures, likes and dislikes. Soon we were chatting with instant messenger and cybering. This went on for about a couple weeks. One night while chatting, I made a comment about smoking some pot. He replies that he has been out for awhile. In a casual way I tell him, I could come by and smoke him out. He jumped at that, giving me his address. I jumped in the shower. The day nurse came to change my bags and to read my monitors. I knew that the remaining bags would soon to be removed, just as the morphine drip bag had been. I felt pretty lucid that morning. If for no other reason than that bag was gone. After making her notes the nurse smiled at me and said, "You look as though you are feeling better." I look as though you discontinued the morphine drip or whatever it was you were giving me. I feel a lot more with it now." Good, we were beginning to worry. After they left I took a shower and put my short robe on as I wasn’t planning anything else for the day and Lisa wasn’t due back until late so I settled down with a cold beer and a smoke to watch a bit of TV. I was on my third beer and second smoke when the doorbell rang, I wasn’t expecting anyone so I cagily went and answered the door, Hello Frank” said Amanda who was now on her own, “I have done your profile and as I was passing I thought I would drop in and show you” she said with a smile..