Jesus Christ" he gasped. I couldn't resist the temptation so put my hands together as in prayer and said "bless you my son, go in peace" he looked dum...ounded and said "waaaaa... ?" I chuckled and said "you thought I was JC so I blessed you, that's what you wanted wasn't it?"The man was obviously embarrassed so to help him out I explained my genetic kink and all about the fur. "Jeeze you just about scared the shit out of me" he replied, we both had a laugh and I went back to the bus.As I entered. But I stubborned it out, I would not give up that easy. Even if it would turn out that running was not my thing to be passionate about it would still be good for me. And there was something satisfactory in doing something very publicly that I was really bad at. The old me would never have agreed to be so uncool. I had ugly running clothes, too, I felt that it would be presumptuous to wear those very professional-looking outfits that most joggers had. I had good shoes, though, didn’t quite buy. I was just trying to tidy up a bit but I’ve finished now. Can I help you find something?’ ‘I’m just after some pens,’ he replied, hoping she didn’t notice the bulge in his trousers. ‘Sure,’ she replied, ‘there’s all sorts of them over there. Take your pick.’ And with that she got up and walked out of the room. He started looking at the pens but as he was about to take a box he felt a hand grab the front of his trousers and grab his raging erection. ‘Oh, somebody’s excited,’ a husky voice. By 8:00 I was in the lounge, and I was quite admittedly drinking too much. Other people were avoiding me. I was in one of those drunks that comes from being lost. I didn’t know where to go or what to do or how to ask a girl to marry me.I wanted to formalize what Rachel and me had. I was sick of pretending that I really ever wanted to be apart from her. I don’t know how she felt about me, with regards to that. She was scared I’d run from her for good, I guess. That is a suspicion I had. I knew I.