I love him completely and he dutifully worships me in return. He's nothing like those self-centered pricks that are looking for a quick cum dump at th... mixer parties."Kate's cheeks turned pink as she laughed at the comments. It did bring up an important factor in her thoughts on the subject and decided to plunge ahead and ask."I know you could find a geek with tons of future potential that would do the same thing. Why choose this way to get that? You can't take him to a party and nobody in your. He had me cut my slacks so they hung well above my ankles, cut away the back pockets and sew up the front ones, leaving me no place to carry anything. I had to put all my possessions in a cheap tote made of orange plastic. He had me remove all the buttons from my shirt so to close it I had to tie up the ends as if it were a girl’s halter. My tie, a Father’s Day gift from my kids I recalled with a pang, became a kind of scarf, and, on casual days, a headband. To make matters worse, by now I had. He didn’t trust me, even though I close to trusted him completely at an emotional level. In one letter I glimpsed the first real emotion – he talked about how much he loved his mother. I wished so much that that emotion, that love could be directed at me. My letters with him became more and more flirtatious, and I began to fall head over heals in love. I would imagine his strong arms holding me at night, his lips kissing the sensitive skin of my neck just below the ear. This fantasy affected my. This must be mine, I thought, and I also noticed they had put a rag top on it to at least keep the driver halfway dry. When he pulled up, he asked the pilot which one of us was Harry Hanson?"I am soldier, and I think you forgot something, didn't you?" I don't think so, Sir." Seems to me like you're supposed to salute an officer when you approach one, aren't you?" Sorry Sirs," he said as he came to attention and saluted the two pilots like he was supposed to.When his salute was returned he came.