I have no idea why Lia and I never corresponded with each other by letter. Most likely because of my not speaking Italian, I couldn’t write it eithe..., and nether could she, English. Hey, there were no computers kicking around back then, that you could type your letter into in English and then have a free internet program translate into Italian for you. And I somehow don’t think either of us had the money, or the nerve, to have any mutual correspondence translated by anyone else. Anyway,. Asking to no one in particular I cried ?What the hell am I going to do.?A new voice answered from the next pillar. Sanje turned towards me with his with his long hair and beard in elaborate braids. He had been patiently waiting. ?There is nothing to do until your hair grows. Then you can braid. Don’t worry, the early time is the worst.??Have you ever tried meditation? I learned it from a man named Marteen who had been here 30 years when he died, and he died sane and content. He learned. Well, it didn't take long for us to get to his hotel room.We started out slow, he carefully undid my bikini top, and touched my boobs... we kissed gently and pulled at each other. I got hotter than I ever have with a guy and began to feel my pussy get wet and tense. I moved closer to him, unlaced his trunks and saw my first real penis. Oh my god it was beautiful, it sprung up to meet me. I really couldn't believe how big and hard it was. I am used to sticking my finger in my pussy...and not. "Well, not yet young feller but the day is still young," the old guy replied morosely."I'm Bill Miller," Bill said sticking out his hand."Andy Crandall," the old guy replied shaking Bill's hand. "I was the superintendent of the local school district when Susan graduated high school," he said nodding towards what Bill had just written. "You're the young feller that's fix'n to marry Susan aren't you?" Yep," Bill said with a grin. "In fact, we just moved the date up to this coming Tuesday." Bill.