"It had been a long time since I'd ridden a bicycle, not since I was a young child, in fact. And I'm sure that the installation of airbags had been a ...big deal, ' involving competing considerations of child safety and civil liberties. But I had missed that debate. So that when I popped a wheelie to jump my bike over the curb that now stood between me and the ice cream truck I was pursuing, the truck whose driver I'd mistakenly paid with the counterfeit currency that I'd discovered, I was. Your boss unzipped his pants and pulled out a semi hard cock that was longer and much thicker than your cock. You resisted even more, knowing I couldn’t take that monster sized cock. I was worried – how I could I take this cock? How much would it hurt? I looked at you, being held away from me, restrained. You looked worried too. The security guard holding you nodded to your boss, who had his cock in his hand. He was stroking himself, making his cock harder. Bigger. Thicker. Your boss’s hand. Why did the University have to be so bloody stuffy about cancelling email accounts right after graduation? It was a shame I hadn’t got a French email address from Émilie. I drop the photos in the black rubbish bag, a new country means a new start, old memories have to be left behind. In a brown Manila envelope I discover the copy of my first employment contract. Was that really my salary? The new job in Canada is double the amount which is pretty good going after four years. And I get a new. I was doing much better now, and for a long time I had been telling myself that I was out of it. But it still crept in from time to time, and I would spend entire nights just sobbing hysterically in my bed and wishing I had a time machine, so I could go back and relive those magic moments again, feel alive again. I was afraid that if I did sleep with someone, that even if I had a great time, even if it was the best sex I ever had, and even if i came 5 times, that still in the end, I would wind.