A time when she gave me Aubrey’s Brief Lives and I gave her the Tin Drum, and we chanted the Latin poems of Winnie ille Pu together. Jazz and poetry...in a basement one day, Chinese ceramics in a gallery the next. There came a time (I still feel sick as I remember it) when I waited in the coffee bar on City Square and had our table to myself, day after day. A time when I phoned and no-one answered. In the end, the time when I received a letter posted in Mexico. There was no return address. I. It was hard yet velvety to the feel at the same time. She threw back the covers to allow him in. Gorman was told of Nora's virginity as he listened to her mother instruct him on doing it gently at the first time.Nora lay back. They kissed each other. She felt him gulp as their tongues met in his mouth. It wasn't long before the two couldn't wait. In the background there was music, laughing, and boasting who was the best with his lance.She felt his manhood slowly enter her. He filled her. Nora. After some small talk she leaned over an asked me if I would like a dance, I said sure, a private one? The others seemed engaged with their new friends or looking at the show on stage. So we wouldn’t be noticed, so off we went to the private back room in the big comfortable leather chairs and low lighting.As I sat back in the chair, she came and stood by my legs, brushing against my thighs. In the half light the lingerie seemed to be moving in mid-air but I could sense the beautiful body it. I live alone and I obsess over my car.I have a large beautiful house in a Michigan Suburb that would be perfect for a nice family. That was my dream once. And someday it may be again. But dreams die. Sometimes they wither on the vine and other times they’re ripped, bloody and still beating from the chest of the dreamer.When that happens it becomes really hard to trust again.So I find myself here ... Many miles away from my home state, driving through a desert on a stretch of freeway as barren.