I was very excited to know what had happened and to see my wife again, even though so much had changed. When the time arrived, I was at Connie’s at ...:50, where I was met at the door by a woman whom I did not know. She smiled and led me into the house and into the family room where Connie and friends were waiting.“How have you been?” asked Connie.“Very well” I responded, not really knowing what to say. “How’s my wife?”“She’s good” replied Connie. “She’s been taken well care of and been taught. I kept writing out there that i was a whit male from NY and i was looking for a BBC to suck in public.. i was being cursed at and called all kind of names, but it didn’t stop me….i would even send private messages to guys, and sometimes i didn’t get any response, or a fuck off fag, and every once in a while i’d get a response from someone who actually chatted with me, who would be willing to get of sexting….. seemed most guy were either not from NY or just to scared to meet up for some good. By the time he got to Kansas he'd been away from her for over a week and they'd argued on the phone. It was one of those silly arguments that people have when neither can admit to being wrong. The kind that can easily just go away if either party just tells the truth and says, "I love you," or, "I miss you, I wish I was with you now." But neither one gave in. So, angry, lonely and tired he runs into you, and you know what happened right." Two days after he finally got home, mom was still kind. He had an appointment with Allison Callow at six o'clock and he had to rather rush through things in order to be ready to leave by half past. "I wondered if you might like a drink?" said Allison. "It is such a nice evening and the garden of the pub by the river will be lovely." Ah, well, sorry, no," stammered George. "You see I have another, well, it's another,..." That's all right," said Allison, clearly disappointed. "Perhaps, some other time?" Err, why not?" said George looking at his watch.