Those few seconds in the morning when I first wake up, are the only peace I get.Until I remember...Journal Entry Number Two:Anita came to me last nigh.... It wasn't my imagination, and I didn't dream it, although everyone would say I had. I can hardly believe it myself.She lay down on the bed next to me, and we held one another for a long time talking about the kids, our love and how much we missed each other. The intimacy we've always shared did not die with her, and I could feel her breath on. "I'll go over to the south bank, maybe to that old Rolfe place. Peninsula's too narrow here. You going to stay down here or get back to Richmond yourself?" I'll be here. You report next on the first of July. That's just five days so get going."Outside his tent, Mercy grabbed my arm. "I'm going with you," she said. "Four eyes and three ears can do better." She smiled."All right," I said, having learned that there was no sense of debating with her and eager to get back between her long legs.. I placed my chin on the edge of the couch like he said and looked up at him then down at his lubed knob. Even with Rob sitting back on the couch the tip of his dick was barely inches from my mouth. "Move forward a little more."As I complied he slid forward to meet me and placed his monster's head in my open and drooling mouth. The Cherry flavored lube caused me to lick and swallow. This time his dick didn't respond. Then he proceeded to rock his hips back and forth. The movement was comfortable. "They lunched at Cioppino's on the Wharf ; taking a table outside and enjoying the cool breeze and the seagulls flying overhead. They both settled on the restaurant's most famous dish and had what Dutch called, "the best damn cioppino in the city if not the world."As they dined, he told Rosa, " There's no shortage of places to eat on Fisherman's Wharf, or all around the city for that matter. I have serious doubts about getting a bad meal in San Francisco. But of course I do have my favorites..