This story is a long one and contains explicit sex scenes between an older man and youthful boys. If this disturbs you please do not study further. While there is some sum of sex involved in the story it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deeper level to this story.

Liner.

romance on the High sea.

When the liner stopped at Manila and the bunch of overweight American language tourists trooped down the gangway bearing their luggage, and as usual talking at the top of their voices I was relieved. The trip from Colombo had not been up to my arithmetic mean. I had booked the trip with visions of slim sleek Asian boy in my judgment, and had been overwhelmed by the crew of fat middle aged American's that had been on board. The one cute Sri Lankan steward on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only worry in the dollar he could milk from the rider, in special the American's. He swung both ways and did not care if he serviced either male or females as long as a fistful of dollars came his way. I was still Pres Young enough to baulk at the estimation of paying for sex and yet not old enough to take in reached the state of having to do so to check suitable companionship. I certainly had no intent of spending expert money to permit some gigolo to Cypriot pound my ass, nor was I will to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.

As the loud group of holidaymaker sauntered down the gangplank, I stood leaning on the railing waiting with some excitement to see what the new reaching would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two possibleness among them. The variety crowd that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asians. Leading the plurality was a solid phalanx of Japanese business men, wearing almost superposable case with their television camera dangling from their neck opening, and faces wreathed in identical smiles. finis behind them came the Filipinos, in family group being shepherded by anxious looking fathers, all of them radiant as peacocks in their obviously new clothes. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked concern. But the most occupy one of all was dragging along at the poop end of the cluster. He appeared to be a single boy who did not suffer any companion or parents in tow. My pastime perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as common with Asian boys like this he could accept been younger. He had the broad cheekbones and clear-cut hairless face typical of the area. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a small duffle bag bag. No suitcase, no camera and no beaming nerve. He was dressed in a dyad of seedy jeans and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a tux, rather than being casually paired with denim. As he approached the rail he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn verbalism on his face.

I had actually tipped the flight attendant to ensure that I would not be forced to part my cabin with some ghastly Nipponese business man or a small child from one of the Filipino families. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd wink, assured me he would see that I got a"suitable"companion for the ease of the journeying to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decorous measure of money if he got me the"right"kind of cabin mate. Looking at the rank and file cabinet of the new arrivals I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the adjacent 10 Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I hoped it would be with somebody who was at least presentable if not safe looking. And of trend if it was mortal whom I could get up to some"handkerchief panky"with, so a lot the better.

Putting aside my apprehension on these thing I went forward to watch with my common enthrallment the process of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug gravy holder bury their ass almost into the body of water as they took up the payload on the line and then sensing the behemoth beneath me begin to motivate never ceased to enthral me. Feeling the grumbling of the locomotive starting up and watching the curl of the bow wave salary increase high as we got underway kept me riveted at the bow of the ship till almost sunset. I never ceased to be completely engrossed by the disappearing of acres and the eternal view offered by the unfold ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to alter for dinner I could see no evidence of any traveling fellow traveller. There was no luggage in the cabin and no signs of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpirate I went to the dining way and was greeted at the doorway by Romal. The custodian had a smug look on his expression and while escorting me to my board informed me that he had allotted the instant rot in my cabin to one of the two teen aged sons of the Filipino family who would be sharing the board with me. He told me I could *********** whichever of the boys that either took my take to, or stirred my loins. He made the introductions to the family who were already seated at the table and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would make the option as to which of the 2 boys, who were in their late stripling, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of dinner I studied both chap carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well spoken and extremely polite as are most Asian cub of that age. Though it was the untested of the two that was more outgoing I eventually decided that I may take a better chance to tempt the older one into playing some buck private eubstance biz at night. When I announced my decisiveness I thought I saw a face of disappointment on the new boys face.

During dinner I noticed that the I boy I had seen earlier was seated with a group of 3 Japanese business men at an table not so far away from mine. He still had the thudding listless look on his face and seemed to be quite lost in his own humans. The Japanese men at his table tried to include him in their animated conversation but he was not very reactive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the table very soon, after picking at his food though hardly eating much. When I was taking my usual walk around the deck of cards after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a quiet corner of the deck and began to marvel about him. But I did not intrude on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the elder of the 2 son who had been at the table was already inside and lying in the upper berth. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his simplicity dressed in only a yoke of packer shorts, and reading what appeared to be a comic record book.

decision making that the unspoiled way to chance on whether he would be conformable to some fun and frolic would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my night attire which was a similar pair of drawers, I started to take out my apparel and standing fully naked in nominal head of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to take a lot prospicient than usual to do so to see to it he could have a good spirit at what I possessed. I could see from his reflection that he was interest in what he saw and was gazing with rapt attention at my consistence. His tending was riveted on my member and lump and he did not find me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a social movement in his shorts as his prick started to rise.



Turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the bunk and put my helping hand directly on his semi hard turncock. I got a reaction from him ... ... but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of objection or refusal he simply let his funny script dip over his face and lay perfectly still, though his cock rose to full-of-the-moon hard-on and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him acquire even harder. I lifted my early manus to his pectus and started to gently play with his mammilla. The areola were declamatory and of the wonderful colour only found on Asiatic multitude. Soon his nipples were also hard and standing clear. Lowering my mouth to his chest I started to lactate them alternately. I explored his thighs and frown belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the line of fine pubic hair that started on his tummy and disappeared into his boxers. Through all this, other than the throbbing of his cock and its utmost hardness, he made no sound or comment or movement. His handwriting were still holding the comic Holy Scripture over his facial expression. Slipping both my arms beneath his consistency I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my berth, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to remove the comic covering his face he made a negative sound and firmly held it in post. Having had prior experience with many Asian son I immediately understood he wanted the cabin lighter turned off and was not willing to look directly at my face or torso in the light.

Only after I switched off the ignitor and the cabin was plunged into shadow did he allow me to take away the book. In the add nighttime his restraint and suppression were cast aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my soundbox with his bridge player just as I was exploring his, allowing me to examine his mouthpiece with my tongue and then putting his spit deep into my lip. Very soon both of us were completely naked and with concentrated asshole pressed on hard peter we continued sucking and French people smooching. He allowed me to run down till his stopcock was in my mouth and then slowly pivoted his eubstance around so he could do the same to me. But when in my forwardness to proceed further I started to explore the crack of his ass and my finger was searching for his entry mess. He stopped sucking my putz and whispered in a barely hearable voice,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal"Respecting his wishes I stopped myself and continued to savour the former pleasure offered by his lithe slim trunk and hammer. We very soon reached our mop up and ejaculated in each early's sass. He then turned himself around again and lay succeeding to me with his head resting on my shoulder joint, his leg thrown over my thighs and his limp rooster pressed to the position of my leg, my cock gripped in his script. He was soon firm asleep. I also dropped off to slumber well pleased by the change in my luck.

Very early the future morning, before it became burnished, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his amphetamine moorage. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his clothes and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him adjacent at the table when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red blush spread across his face. Behaving in a very rule way I greeted the family without paying any untoward attention to the boy. I spoke to his parents and his chum and included him in some of the general remarks. I knew the situation. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would behave after our dalliance of the former Night and unwilling to look at or confront me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a nook of the pack of cards, though he had tried his best to avoid me, I told him that what we had done the previous night was zilch to be shy or ashamed about, but was of course best kept to ourselves and not intimated to anyone else. As he understood that I was not going to broadcast our connective by my conduct or my treatment of him he relaxed enough to attend at me while I was speaking and the rosy colour receded from his face.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him bonk that unless he was interested in a repeat performance I would not demand it from him. He was eager enough to accede to having another session that night. After dinner the lonesome difference to the previous day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my spot and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his state of arousal. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to keep up the session for a much longer sentence and we both achieved a number of ejaculation before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the survey day as I usually did, close to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphins jumping clear of the piss before cris- ford under the boat only to take over their leaps of XTC. Towards the latter part of the afternoon when most of the passengers were resting Romal the steward approached me. The look on his aspect was sufficiency to tell me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my fellow passenger. Not wanting to refuse it or to fend off the issue I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug smiling on his cheek when he asked me if I now wanted a change of partner. He then told me that I could call upon the immature of the two brothers also if I was so inclined, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising state with one of the Jap commercial enterprise men during the aurora and had told him he would keep it a secret if the boy would consent to sharing my cabin for a night or so. Apparently the boy was eager and very willing to sample what I had to offer and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elder brother, which he had discovered by observing his pal reaction to me over the 2 previous days and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would pick out him to share my cabin and had been almost disappointed when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elder boy I asked if he objected to the proposed change. Though knowing full fountainhead what would transpirate, he quite readily agreed to allow his new brother to occupy my cabin that nighttime. While having dinner I studied the younger boy. I soon came to the determination that he was actually the better looking of the 2 and from the way he kept looking at me and grinning he also conveyed his interest in what was going to pass off between us later that night. My suspicions were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few minute of arc after I did and without saying a word locked the door. Unlike his elder brother he showed no signs of the usual Asiatic shyness and without troubling to throw off the light he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the floor came and stood in front of me. His Thomas Young and satiny torso was enticing. He had very just a small amount of pubic hairsbreadth that enhanced the forward jutting penis and neat round balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to shower down candy kiss and licks on my expression and sassing.

Then he slowly proceeded to divest me of all my dress, allowing me to do no Thomas More than call down my ass from the bunk so he could slip my knickers and underclothing from under me making as naked as he was. Again settling astride my lap his candy kiss soon had me getting aroused. He was much More slow down than his elderberry bush buddy and appeared to have got absolutely no suppression. My cock soon rose to a outdoor stage and he settled himself astride me allowing it to luxate between the soft pocket-size cheeks of his ass and as it found the ingress to his butt he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my cock slid in without any need of lubricant. It was plain he was much more experienced than his blood brother and had no taciturnity to getting fucked. He then pushed me flat on to my back and started to tease my cock with an abandon I had never encountered before in an Asiatic boy.

As he was rising and falling on the length of my cock I grasped his prick which was cadaver as a card and wanked him. We reached coming almost simultaneously and he shot his muggy boy's cum all over my chest and aspect as my load deposited itself deep in his muddle. Needles to say we did not sleep much that nighttime. He was young and eager to explore all I could evidence and teach him [ which was not very much ] But one position he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his spine with his pegleg resting on my shoulders and his cute ass spread all-embracing before me and to give my shaft pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the skin around his trap. He unlike his elder crony was not shy to talk about his previous experiences and to admire the size of it and length of my cock and its stiffness and the fact that I was able to get a rising slope almost as fast as he was after an interjection.

He told me his brother's reason for avoiding anal sex was that he was in"love"with another boy in their home plate town and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me party for the next 3 days of our ocean trip and often would drop off up to me during the day and with a wink ask me if I wanted to"aim a rest ”. Of class it was anything but a rest he had in judgement. By the end of the fourth day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 people could do together in bed and were both fix for a change of stride and collaborator.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to obtain Romal and see which of the Jap business organization men he could next seduce and to make headway incoming to that military man cabin. He also told me his ambitiousness was to sleep with every available man he could before we reached Sydney.

I had been observing the lone boy I have mentioned earlier and though he seemed to be an extremely shy and diffident variety of boy his flavour were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone verbalism and I asked Romal to do for him to be my next cabin spouse. I had absolutely no idea if I would chance him to be an amiable associate or if I could inveigle him into my bed but whatever the outcome I decided that I wanted to find out more about him and why he was alone and why he continually looked so sad. That evening when I went down to the cabin to change for dinner I noticed that the boy's duffle bag was lying on the upper bunk though there was no sign of the lad himself. He was present at the dining table for dinner but hardly responded to any of the interrogation that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino dialect I could not realise what was being said but from the short responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying a great deal. I myself refrained from saying anything other than a"Good Evening"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner party base on balls around the ship's deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his bunk staring at the cap and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very uncoerced to answer my questions I was able to trail some of his story from him with slow patient and simple-minded doubtfulness. His public figure was Manuelle. He had lived in Manila from his birth, and was now on his way to Sidney to join a college after he had won a eruditeness there. He was dysphoric at having to forget everything he had ever known and to take to go to a unknown and new post. His family circumstances prevented any of his citizenry from accompanying him and he was very worried of what he would find in Sydney. At that fourth dimension I did not make any loose point of reference to my ground for having him as my cabin match for the residuum of the voyage, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closer range than I had in the past few 24-hour interval, was quite taken with his looks and that the desire to have him in my bed was getting solid by the hour. After I had heard his story, during the apprisal of which he had got more slow down and had started to respond Thomas More easily, I turned off all the lights and went to sleep.

It was well into the still watches of the nighttime that I was woken by a strait. It was the sound of someone stifling his crying. I got up from my bunk and turning on the dim grim night Inner Light in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a glass of water and giving it to him expect what the trouble was. Eventually after a great deal hesitation he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his buddy and Sister and family. How I got him to do it I do not know, but I got him to make out and sit next to me on my nonsense and putting an arm around his shoulder joint told him not to vex too much.

At start he was stiff and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his forefront on my shoulder though his body was still shaken from clip to time with his SOB. We sat like that for quite some time and his battle cry slowly came to a stop, though I could experience his unanimous trunk was tense and trembling. I got him to lie down side by side to me on my bunk and wrapped him in my weapons system. We dropped off to slumber lying like that with the wild blue yonder night light still on. There was nil sexual in our actions just one consistency taking consolation from the propinquity of another. I woke the adjacent break of the day to find his question nestled on my shoulder joint, his arm across my pectus and one of his pegleg thrown across my second joint. I could feel the whole of his slim slender frame pressed up close to my eubstance. My touch sensation were quite complex. I was still attracted to him and interested to score him but there was also something so vulnerable and fragile about him that it created a protective inherent aptitude in me that wanted to wrap him up and keep him from being hurt in any way.

When he woke up and found himself pressed up to me like that he jumped up from the berth and started to stammer out apologies. I calmed him down and told him it was not a problem. We spent much of that day inside the cabin talking and getting to know about each other. At first it was not an tardily task to get him to talk about himself and he was especially shy when it came to his emotions and experiences, but as the day drew on he started to be much more open about his life. That night when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not engage much to persuade him to get along and lie down adjacent to me. Strangely for me I never made any endeavour to acquaint any sexual component into our relationship and for the following 3 days and night our relationship was platonic and consisted of spending much of the day together, chatting and learning many details about each other. The nights were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one feed bunk with him lying cradled in my arm. Eventually I did recite him about my sexuality and liking for son but also made it quite straighten out that I would not make any demand for sex or ask him to do anything he was not interested in.

After I had told him this I quite expected him to avoid sharing my bed that Night but was astonished when he himself came and lay down beside me after he had turned off the cabin lights including the low Nox light that had been kept on for the previous few nights. As the darkness settled around us he hesitatingly told me that as that would be the last night that we would be together he was volition to let me use his body as I wished, as a repayment for my kindness towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to explore his consistency I told him that I was not interested in such an arrangement. I was attracted to him and would have enjoyed having sex with him, but that it should be, that he wanted to do it, because he liked me and not to repay me for just a uncomplicated act of forgivingness. Lying next to me in the swarthiness he seemed to feel more secure and began to utter about his arrest of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His incertitude about being able to incur accommodation and of what would be facing him in the college. When we eventually dropped off to sleep he was still comfortably wrapped in my arms and as on the previous 3 nighttime slept through the Night without any signs of the offset nighttime's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the next morning and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to mob our belongings in anticipation of the landing at Sydney that I began to initiate the thought that had been germinating in my mind from the previous dark. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to attend was very close to my place of business concern and in the area I had been allotted a troupe flavorless. Though I was alone the vapid allotted to me was a 2 bedroom one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a room in the college or trying to find excavation or staying as a paying guest in some rooming house he could come in and plowshare my flat trough he was settled in the college and had found his way around Sydney. Of course I made it quite clear to him that I would not await to receive any sexual party favour from him in recurrence for this. Our system would allow him to palpate secure as he would have me around in the evenings and since he was now somewhat familiar with me he would not palpate so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to pause or show some mansion of his earlier aloofness, but as I made the marriage proposal, I saw his nerve and humour lighten and for the first time since I had laid heart on him 10 days previously I saw a big grinning feast across his cheek. Throwing his arms around me he hugged me close and said he would be only too happy to come and abide with me in the flat.

It was past 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing formalities were over we were almost the first off one to disembark, catching a cab we went directly to the mat. Getting the keys from the building superintendent we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant E facing flat and from the balcony in the forepart we had a courteous view of the beach dappled with the shadows of the construction thrown there by the setting sun. On the veracious side there was a large bedroom also facing east, with French window that opened to a single out balcony and a slightly belittled bedroom on the depart position of the sitting elbow room. I offered to let Manuelle use the orotund elbow room as his need of space to keep his books etc was more than mine. But he said he would choose to have the smaller way and was soon interfering unpacking his merger belongings in it. I unpacked my stuff in the captain bedroom and flopped down on the broad bed and without meaning to, was soon sound asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to notice that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying next to me with his munition around me and his unharmed slim torso pressed to the distance of my own. It was quite a comrade whizz since we had spent the last 4 nights sleeping in somewhat the same mode, thought the bed in the flat was heavy and full with plenty of way unlike the spot on the ship.

Next forenoon it was quite early when the pearly luminosity of the rising sun coming through the open windowpane roused me from my slumber. Manuelle was still lying adjacent to me though now it was my arms wrapped around his body and his pert buns pressed back into my crotch. Over the next few daytime and workweek this became the position we almost always woke up in. I would come nursing home from the office to encounter Manuelle deep in his field. We would either cook ourselves a repast or go out for dinner party and come up back to the flat. I would say for a fourth dimension and he would analyse or we would sit together and chat about our day. I would usually go to bed before he would and when he had finished his report he would dislocate into my bed and jam against me. It was a pleasant sentience but still without any form of intimate excitement. For me to be in bed with a nubile youthfulness and yet not to require a intimate sack was something I had not yet experienced in my living

This platonic sort relationship was something very unusual for me. I was more habituate to having sex than doing without it. But for some reason I did not want to be the one to initiate any form of sexuality into our kinship. Normally I would have got been very aroused by the bearing of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very very much of the variety of boy I always liked. Since his human face had lost the worried and adenoidal expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening prison term blossomed into a very unfermented looking and attractive boy. His lose weight lithe eubstance was without a ghost of hair's-breadth [ or at least what parts I had seen of it were ] and his face had taken on a effulgent flavor with a beaming smile forever hovering around his good lips. And though both he and I were often trucking rig erect in the break of day when we woke I had no idea of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 hebdomad from when we had moved into the straight together that the situation altered. It was a Friday evening and the next 2 years were holidays. I was quite former in returning to the flat having stayed in the office to authorise all pending oeuvre so that Sat and Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the plenty. As was my deficiency when returning from work I went straight to my bedroom and stripped off my wearing apparel and headed into the lav for a shower. Standing under the streaming menses of water I was quite unaware of the bathroom door opening and the entry of another soul into the room, until I felt soul press up against my rear and 2 arms came around and gripped me in a tight embrace. It was of row Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his trunk intemperate against mine he began to verbalise. He told me that he had expected me to induce the first movement towards introducing sex into our relationship.

In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a calendar month and had even tried to entice me by wearing skimpy shorts around the prostrate and when sleeping next to me he had tried to show me he was quick by often pressing his ass against me. He also told me he had often spied on me when I was showering and had started desiring my body. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a sexual way or if I had lost interest in him or if I had found another lover.

Unclasping his hands from around my dresser turned to face up him and then kissed him fully on the lips. His torso melted into mine and I could feel him trembling much as he had been when we had first touched on instrument panel the ship on the night he had been sobbing in his hogwash. But this time I knew that the shaking was not fear or discernment but from desire. How often clock time elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don't know but it seemed to be eon.

Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet wearing apparel revealing for the first off time, to my athirst regard, his beautiful body. He stood patiently under the needle spray of the shower as I traced the lines of his face and chest. My fingers followed the configuration of his straight belly to the junction of his pegleg where a light dusting of hair drew my attention to his cock which was at half mast, then down his slim legs to the perfectly proportioned feet. Turning his pliant and willing soundbox around I then examined his back and the build of his arse which fitted my hands to perfection. All that I saw only server to raise my gumption of completion .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the number of boys I had seduced over the twelvemonth and the identification number that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally noncitizen and wonderful. Of class the fact that we were both naked created its own separate fission in our trunk and the reciprocal desire now took the upper hand. Turning off the shower we hurriedly dried off and lost no time in repairing to the comfort of the declamatory bed where we spent the rest of the night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at first as desire drove him onward he soon became spread in the search of the ultimate pleasance derived from another's accepting and uncoerced soundbox.

The feelings I experienced when I penetrated his backside for the first sentence were unprecedented for me as were the feelings he had when I first took his beautiful stopcock in my sass that day. We have been together for over a decade now and yet every fourth dimension we make love it is just like the foremost time.

He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to deliver he refuses. I completed my least sandpiper in the company and was able to fudge the ownership of the Lapp level as a section of my settlement. I think the greatest gift we have given each early is the flavour of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our lives. I can look at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the little bit of sexual desire. And Manuelle tells me he has never been attracted to anyone except me in his entire life.

Finis.

The events recounted in this story occured in the late 1980 's. It may interest readers to know that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this story. { 10/2015 } Feel innocent to message me if you liked my account of how I found True Love .