You lean in for a kiss, your fingers running through my short red hair. Your lips touch mine as your other hand gently caresses my waist. The touch of...your soft lips makes legs weak. You grab me tight so I don’t collapse. My heart starts to race as you begin to kiss me deeply. I can feel you press your body against mine; your heart is pounding too. As I lift my arms around your shoulders to hold you close; I begin to walk backwards leading you into my bedroom. You never once stop kissing me.. This older gentleman claiming to be 60 emailed and said he would like to get together. Now keep in mind that I had struck out MANY times on Craigslist and other sites, so I decided to try Manhunt. We had emailed each other many times during the week, saying how I would like to meet him, and see how things went. I finally after 2 or 3 weeks, after some family issues I had to get resolved, got to meet this gentleman. He was tall, kind of hairy, just a bit heavy, just like I like them. I met him. I wanted to catch him red handed, rebuke him, reprimand him, manhandle him and throw him out of my house! I was mad and shaking in anger! I did not know, what exactly I am going to with him! I was only worried about my wife! I was thinking how she would face me if I catch her too with him! A thought of her innocent face was stopping me from manhandling him! I could not decide how I should handle it when I reach home! After much contemplation I left it to my fate!I reached Pune at 09:30 PM and. They wouldn't understand the wonderful technology we have. So we're supposed to keep it a secret. Bah!April 30, 1946Well, I guess Jack really was right. I used the ball on a little boy's sprained knee down the block. When he ran home and told his mother, she came down here accusing me of warping the boy's brain. Told me I was some sort of witch, and she was going to call the government. Like they would do anything, the lazy bums. But she might, so I hid the ball where no one could find it. That.