I'm sure my choice of dress was fitting for a 20 something in the eighties, shorts, OP shirt and tennis shoes. The day was very warm even for Southern...California, I was nervous, excited and what the hell am I doing all in one. I arrived promptly at 4pm, I sat for a moment to collect and toss away any sorted thoughts. Looking at the yachts as I walked up to the guard, Smiling as I approached and given the name of who I was here to see, She must have seen me pull in or walking up, she was there. There were many other writers and men of letters present at the gathering. Among them I took a liking to a small, pleasant fellow, by the name of John Keats. He at least was one poet who did not display those exaggerated emotional feelings of the like of Shelly, Wordsworth or Coleridge. In fact Keats was from a class of society more like my own, whereas the former were from much higher strata. Although Keats' poetry is a bit too cerebral for my taste I found him an engaging and personable. She: David opted to try ant tie me up, and I was lucky enough to get off again, this time thanks to his hungry mouth. It was quite a compliment to my lover that I again lost track of time, for I was suitably paranoid about being caught out in these few days. I looked at the clock. “God! Look at the time!” I screamed, jumping from the bed. I would have to be swift at getting out of his room if I was to be sure of being in my own, and showered and ready to welcome back Chris. I bundled my. General Winthrop had not gotten used to that yet. It was a much more pronounced similarity than that of an army training base with everyone in identical buzz cuts and BDUs.“At Ease. Sit. What ideas do you have for me? Hancock?”“Sir, I come from a logging town on the Olympic Peninsula, Washington State. Population was about six hundred. No high school; we all went to a nearby, bigger town. I was in Seattle for the State Basketball Tournament. We had the whole team at a hotel, where they also had.