This narrative is a farseeing one and contains expressed sex scenes between an quondam man and young boys. If this disturbs you please do not register further. While there is some amount of sex involved in the story it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deeply level to this story.

Liner.

Romance on the High ocean.

When the liner stopped at Manila and the crowd of fleshy American holidaymaker trooped down the gangway bearing their luggage, and as common talking at the top of their voices I was relieved. The slip from capital of Sri Lanka had not been up to my outlook. I had booked the misstep with sight of melt off aerodynamic Asian male child in my mind, and had been overwhelmed by the gang of fat centre aged American's that had been on instrument panel. The one cute Sri Lankan steward on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only interest in the dollars he could milk from the passenger, in special the American's. He swung both ways and did not manage if he serviced either males or female person as long as a fistful of dollar sign came his way. I was still young enough to balk at the idea of paying for sex and yet not old enough to have reached the state of having to do so to guarantee suitable society. I certainly had no intent of spending proficient money to admit some gigolo to Cypriot pound my ass, nor was I willing to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.

As the tacky chemical group of tourist sauntered down the gangplank, I stood leaning on the rail waiting with some excitement to see what the new arrivals would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two possibilities among them. The smorgasbord crowd that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asians. Leading the pack was a solid phalanx of Japanese business organisation men, wearing almost very suits with their television camera dangling from their neck opening, and faces wreathed in identical grinning. finish behind them came the Filipinos, in phratry chemical group being shepherded by anxious looking don, all of them radiant as peacocks in their obviously new apparel. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked interesting. But the most interesting one of all was dragging along at the hindquarters end of the crowd. He appeared to be a single boy who did not have any associate or parents in tow. My pursuit perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as common with Asiatic boys like this he could have been new. He had the all-inclusive cheekbones and clear hairless face typical of the region. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a low duffle bag. No suitcase, no camera and no beaming facial expression. He was dressed in a pair of scruffy jeans and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a tuxedo, rather than being casually paired with jeans. As he approached the rail he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn expression on his boldness.

I had actually tipped the keeper to ensure that I would not be forced to share my cabin with some ghastly Nipponese byplay man or a small nipper from one of the Filipino household. He had suspected my stake in gay sex and had, with a lewd wink, assured me he would see that I got a"suitable"comrade for the rest period of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decent amount of money if he got me the"right"sort of cabin mate. Looking at the rank and data file of the new arrival I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 days. I hoped it would be with someone who was at to the lowest degree presentable if not good looking. And of trend if it was individual whom I could get up to some"hanky panky"with, so much the better.

Putting aside my pinch on these matters I went forward to watch with my usual fascination the operation of leaving a haven and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their sterns almost into the water as they took up the load on the overseas telegram and then sensing the colossus beneath me begin to move never ceased to ravish me. Feeling the grumble of the engine starting up and watching the ringlet of the bow wave rise higher 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 disappearance of land and the endless vistas offered by the open ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner I could see no evidence of any locomote companion. There was no luggage in the cabin and no house of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpirate I went to the dining room and was greeted at the door by Romal. The shop steward had a smug flavor on his nerve and while escorting me to my table informed me that he had allotted the second guff in my cabin to one of the two teenager aged boy of the Filipino family who would be sharing the tabular array with me. He told me I could *********** whichever of the boys that either took my fancy, or stirred my pubic region. He made the introductions to the family who were already seated at the table and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would realise the choice as to which of the 2 boys, who were in their recent teens, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of study of dinner I studied both lads carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well mouth and extremely polite as are most Asian lads of that age. Though it was the younger of the two that was more outgoing I eventually decided that I may bear a better chance to entice the older one into playing some buck private eubstance biz at night. When I announced my conclusion I thought I saw a look of dashing hopes on the younger boys face.

During dinner I noticed that the I boy I had seen earlier was seated with a grouping of 3 Japanese line men at an board not so far away from mine. He still had the dull listless feeling on his human face and seemed to be quite lost in his own world. The Nipponese men at his tabular array tried to include him in their animate conversation but he was not very responsive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the shelve very soon, after picking at his intellectual nourishment though hardly eating much. When I was taking my usual walking around the deck after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a quiet quoin of the pack of cards and began to enquire about him. But I did not obtrude on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the elder of the 2 boys who had been at the table was already inside and lying in the pep pill berth. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his ease dressed in only a pair of packer shorts, and reading what appeared to be a comic book.

decision making that the right way to discover whether he would be tractable to some fun and play would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my night attire which was a standardised pair of boxers, I started to take out my clothes and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to take a lot farsighted than usual to do so to ensure he could throw a good look at what I possessed. I could see from his rumination that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with rapt tending at my body. His attention was riveted on my penis and chunk and he did not mark me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a motility in his shorts as his prick started to rise.



Turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the guff and put my hired man directly on his tractor trailer backbreaking rooster. I got a reaction from him ... ... but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of dissent or refusal he simply let his comic record book drop over his brass and lay perfectly still, though his pecker rose to full erection and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him get even harder. I lifted my other hand to his chest and started to gently play with his nipples. The ring of color were large and of the wonderful colour only found on Asian mass. Soon his nipples were also hard and standing clear. Lowering my backtalk to his breast I started to suck them alternately. I explored his second joint and lower belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the assembly line of fine pubic whisker that started on his abdomen and disappeared into his boxers. Through all this, early than the throbbing of his cock and its extremum hardness, he made no speech sound or input or movement. His hands were still holding the laughable script over his face. Slipping both my arms beneath his dead body I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my slip, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to get rid of the comic covering his face he made a negative auditory sensation and firmly held it in place. Having had anterior experience with many Asian boys I immediately understood he wanted the cabin light turned off and was not willing to await directly at my fount or dead body in the light.

Only after I switched off the lightness and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he allow me to take away the record book. In the tot up nighttime his constraint and forbiddance were purge aside. He responded to my candy kiss and was soon exploring my body with his mitt just as I was exploring his, allowing me to probe his oral fissure with my tongue and then putting his spit deep into my oral fissure. Very soon both of us were completely raw and with heavily son of a bitch pressed on hard prick we continued sucking and French people kissing. He allowed me to move down till his peter was in my sassing and then slowly pivoted his consistence around so he could do the same to me. But when in my eagerness to proceed further I started to research the crack of his ass and my finger was searching for his entry muddle. He stopped sucking my cock and whispered in a barely hearable voice,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal"Respecting his want I stopped myself and continued to enjoy the early joy offered by his lithe slim body and cock. We very soon reached our completion and ejaculated in each other's backtalk. He then turned himself around again and lay next to me with his head resting on my shoulders, his leg thrown over my thighs and his hitch cock pressed to the side of my leg, my cock gripped in his hand. He was soon firm asleep. I also dropped off to kip well pleased by the change in my luck.

Very early the next morning, before it became shiny, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his upper berth. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his clothes and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him next at the table when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red bloom spread across his typeface. Behaving in a very normal way I greeted the family without paying any untoward attention to the boys. I spoke to his parents and his brother and included him in some of the oecumenical comment. I knew the situation. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would carry after our toying of the premature night and unwilling to attend at or face me. I was eventually able-bodied to get him alone in a corner of the deck of cards, though he had tried his best to avoid me, I told him that what we had done the former dark was zippo to be shy or ashamed about, but was of course of action best kept to ourselves and not intimated to anyone else. As he understood that I was not going to pass around our connecter by my demeanor or my discussion of him he relaxed enough to attend at me while I was speaking and the blushful colouring receded from his human face.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him know that unless he was matter to in a repeat performance I would not involve it from him. He was eager enough to assent to having another seance that dark. After dinner the solely difference to the previous day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my situation and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his state of arousal. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to prolong the sitting for a much longer clip and we both achieved a bit of ejaculation before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the postdate day as I usually did, come together to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphins jumping clear of the weewee before cris- carrefour under the sauceboat only to echo their leaps of rapture. Towards the latter part of the afternoon when almost of the passenger were resting Romal the steward approached me. The look on his face was plenty to tell me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my confrere passenger. Not wanting to deny it or to avoid the issue I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug smiling on his nerve when he asked me if I now wanted a modification of partner. He then told me that I could call upon the younger of the two comrade also if I was so disposed, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising state with one of the Jap business men during the morning 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 taste what I had to provide and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elder comrade, which he had discovered by observing his brothers reaction to me over the 2 premature days and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would choose him to contribution my cabin and had been near discomfited when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elder boy I asked if he objected to the proposed change. Though knowing full phase of the moon well what would transpirate, he quite readily agreed to permit his young brother to occupy my cabin that night. While having dinner I studied the immature boy. I soon came to the finish 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 happen between us later that nighttime. My distrust were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few minutes after I did and without saying a word locked the door. Unlike his elder brother he showed no signs of the usual Asian shyness and without troubling to switch off the lighter he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the flooring came and stood in front of me. His Brigham Young and silky body was enticing. He had very just a lowly amount of pubic haircloth that enhanced the forward jutting penis and corking beat balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to shower kiss and lap on my face and lips.

Then he slowly proceeded to divest me of all my clothes, allowing me to do no More than raise my ass from the bunk so he could err my gasp and underwear from under me making as au naturel as he was. Again settling astride my lap his candy kiss soon had me getting aroused. He was much more slack than his elder buddy and appeared to experience absolutely no inhibitions. My cock soon rose to a stand and he settled himself astride me allowing it to slip between the soft small cheeks of his ass and as it found the incoming to his bum he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my cock slid in without any need of lubricant. It was evident he was much Thomas More experienced than his comrade and had no reticence to getting fucked. He then pushed me flat on to my dorsum and started to ride my cock with an abandon I had never encountered before in an Asian boy.

As he was rising and falling on the length of my shaft I grasped his cocksucker which was stiff as a board and wanked him. We reached flood tide almost simultaneously and he shot his sticky boy's cum all over my chest and case as my load deposited itself oceanic abyss in his kettle of fish. Needles to say we did not slumber much that night. He was immature and eager to explore all I could record and teach him [ which was not very very much ] But one position he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his back with his legs resting on my shoulders and his cute ass banquet wide-eyed before me and to take in my peter pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the skin around his fix. He unlike his elderberry bush brother was not shy to talk about his old experiences and to admire the size and length of my prick and its callosity and the fact that I was able-bodied to get a rise almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.

He told me his pal's reason for avoiding anal retentive sex was that he was in"love"with another boy in their plate Ithiel Town and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me company for the next 3 days of our voyage and often would slip up to me during the day and with a wink ask me if I wanted to"consume a sleep ”. Of course it was anything but a rest he had in psyche. By the end of the fourth day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 mass could do together in bed and were both make for a change of tempo and partner.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to find Romal and see which of the Jap business sector men he could next seduce and to pull in introduction to that valet cabin. He also told me his ambitiousness was to sleep with every usable 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 kind of boy his tone were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone expression and I asked Romal to arrange for him to be my next cabin checkmate. I had absolutely no approximation if I would notice him to be an good-humoured companion or if I could inveigle him into my bed but whatever the result I decided that I wanted to get hold 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 deepen 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 acquaint at the dining table for dinner party but hardly responded to any of the doubt that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino dialect I could not translate what was being said but from the dead responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying a lot. I myself refrained from saying anything early than a"Good Evening"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner walk of life around the ship's deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his hogwash staring at the ceiling and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very will to respond my questions I was able to drag some of his narrative from him with slow affected role and simple questions. His 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 learning there. He was dysphoric at having to forget everything he had ever known and to have to go to a foreign and new place. His family circumstances prevented any of his hoi polloi from accompanying him and he was very discerning of what he would find in Sydney. At that time I did not make any open reference to my reasonableness for having him as my cabin checkmate for the rest of the voyage, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closer range than I had in the past few daytime, was quite taken with his looks and that the desire to have him in my bed was getting stronger by the minute. After I had heard his story, during the telling of which he had got more loose and had started to answer More easily, I turned off all the lights and went to sleep.

It was well into the still vigil of the night that I was woken by a sound. It was the auditory sensation of someone stifling his crying. I got up from my bunk and turning on the dim blue night illumination in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a ice of water and giving it to him involve what the trouble was. Eventually after often wavering he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his comrade and sisters and family. How I got him to do it I do not fuck, but I got him to issue forth and sit next to me on my bunk and putting an arm around his berm told him not to occupy too much.

At inaugural he was stiff and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his head on my shoulder though his body was still shaken from time to sentence with his sobs. We sat like that for quite some metre and his battle cry slowly came to a point, though I could palpate his wholly eubstance was tense and trembling. I got him to lie down succeeding to me on my berth and wrapped him in my arms. We dropped off to sleep lying like that with the blue night Christ Within still on. There was zip sexual in our actions just one body taking comfort from the proximity of another. I woke the next morning to receive his head nestled on my shoulder, his arm across my chest and one of his legs thrown across my thighs. I could experience the unit of his thin slender frame pressed up close to my body. My feelings were quite composite. I was still attracted to him and concerned to seduce 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 open 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 bunk and started to bumble 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 low gear it was not an easy undertaking to get him to spill 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 candid about his life. That night when we returned to the cabin after dinner party it did not require a lot to sway him to come and lie down next to me. Strangely for me I never made any attempt to introduce any sexual component into our relationship and for the next 3 days and nights our kinship was platonic and consisted of spending a good deal of the day together, chatting and learning many detail about each other. The nights were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one bunkum with him lying cradled in my weaponry. Eventually I did tell him about my sexuality and liking for son but also made it quite all the way that I would not do any need for sex or expect him to do anything he was not occupy 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 grim night light that had been kept on for the previous few Nox. 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 willing to let me use his physical structure as I wished, as a refund for my kindness towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to explore his body I told him that I was not interested in such an musical 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 rejoin me for just a simple act of benignity. Lying next to me in the darkness he seemed to feel more secure and began to verbalize about his apprehension of reaching Sydney the future day and of what he was to do. His doubtfulness about being able-bodied to find adjustment 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 former 3 nights slept through the night without any augury of the first dark's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the adjacent first light and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to pile our belongings in expectancy of the landing place at Sydney that I began to broach the estimation that had been germinating in my head from the previous night. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to attend was very close to my shoes of business and in the area I had been allotted a companionship flat. Though I was alone the apartment allotted to me was a 2 bedroom one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a elbow room in the college or trying to find digs or staying as a paying invitee in some rooming house he could total and plowshare my flat cashbox he was settled in the college and had found his way around Sydney. Of grade I made it quite clear to him that I would not expect to obtain any sexual favours from him in return for this. Our placement would allow him to feel secure as he would have me around in the eve and since he was now somewhat familiar spirit with me he would not finger so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to waver or show some signs of his in the beginning aloofness, but as I made the proposal, I saw his facial expression and modality lighten and for the first sentence since I had laid heart on him 10 Day previously I saw a big grinning bed covering across his face. Throwing his arms around me he hugged me close and said he would be only too happy to do and ride out with me in the flat.

It was past 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing formalness were over we were almost the start I to debark, catching a cab we went directly to the flat. Getting the keys from the building super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant east facing directly and from the balcony in the front we had a nice opinion of the beach dappled with the shadows of the buildings thrown there by the scope sun. On the right slope there was a large chamber also facing east, with French windowpane that opened to a separate balcony and a slightly smaller bedroom on the leave side of the sitting room. I offered to let Manuelle use the turgid way as his need of space to stay fresh his rule book etc was more than mine. But he said he would prefer to have the minor room and was soon busy unpacking his amalgamation holding in it. I unpacked my hooey in the maestro bedroom and flopped down on the broad bed and without meaning to, was soon go asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to find that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying following to me with his arms around me and his whole slim body pressed to the length of my own. It was quite a familiar sense experience since we had spent the last 4 nights sleeping in somewhat the Saami mode, thought the bed in the flat was enceinte and broad with muckle of elbow room unlike the berth on the ship.

Next break of day it was quite early when the pearly light of the rising sun coming through the open window roused me from my slumber. Manuelle was still lying adjacent to me though now it was my subdivision wrapped around his body and his pert bottom pressed back into my fork. Over the future few days and hebdomad this became the placement we almost always woke up in. I would come home from the office staff to find Manuelle trench in his studies. We would either fake ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and come back to the apartment. I would record for a fourth dimension and he would study or we would sit together and chaffer about our day. I would usually go to bed before he would and when he had finished his field he would slue into my bed and public press against me. It was a pleasant sensation but still without any shape of intimate hullabaloo. For me to be in bed with a nubile youth and yet not to want a sexual sacking was something I had not yet experienced in my lifespan

This platonic variety relationship was something very unusual for me. I was more accustomed to having sex than doing without it. But for some reason I did not want to be the one to initiate any manakin of sexuality into our relationship. Normally I would take been very aroused by the presence of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very much of the kind of boy I always liked. Since his face had lost the distressed and pinched expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the interpose clip blossomed into a very unfermented looking and attractive boy. His slim lithe body was without a hint of hair [ or at least what parts I had seen of it were ] and his face had taken on a radiant smell with a beaming grin forever hovering around his full mouth. And though both he and I were often semi erect in the morning when we woke I had no idea of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 weeks from when we had moved into the flat together that the situation altered. It was a Fri evening and the adjacent 2 sidereal day were holidays. I was quite recent in returning to the flat having stayed in the office to make all pending work so that Saturday and Sun could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the sights. As was my want when returning from work I went straight to my bedroom and stripped off my clothes and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Standing under the streaming flow of water I was quite unaware of the bathroom door curtain raising and the entry of another mortal into the room, until I felt someone pressing up against my rear and 2 arms came around and gripped me in a tight bosom. It was of course Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his body hard against mine he began to speak. He told me that he had expected me to make the world-class move towards introducing sex into our relationship.

In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a month and had even tried to entice me by wearing lean shorts around the mat and when sleeping next to me he had tried to depict me he was ready 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 consistency. 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 buff.

Unclasping his manpower from around my chest turned to face him and then kissed him fully on the sass. His body melted into mine and I could find him trembling much as he had been when we had first touched on board the ship on the night he had been sobbing in his bunk. But this time I knew that the trembling was not fear or dread but from desire. How much 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 clothes revealing for the kickoff meter, to my hungry gaze, his beautiful body. He stood patiently under the acerate leaf sprayer of the shower as I traced the line of work of his brass and chest. My fingers followed the configuration of his flat belly to the junction of his legs where a light dusting of hair drew my attention to his cock which was at half mast, then down his slim branch to the perfectly proportioned fundament. Turning his pliant and willing body around I then examined his dorsum and the shape of his can which fitted my hands to beau ideal. All that I saw only server to enhance my horse sense of completion .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the issue of son I had seduced over the years and the numeral that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally alien and marvelous. Of course the fact that we were both naked created its own separate nuclear fission in our body and the mutual desire now took the upper hand. Turning off the cascade we hurriedly dried off and lost no prison term in repairing to the consolation of the boastfully bed where we spent the quietus of the night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at first as desire drove him onward he soon became outdoors in the search of the ultimate pleasure derived from another's accepting and willing body.

The flavour I experienced when I penetrated his posterior for the first clip were unprecedented for me as were the feelings he had when I first took his beautiful peter in my rima oris that day. We have been together for over a tenner now and yet every prison term we make love it is just like the world-class time.

He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to return he refuses. I completed my stint in the fellowship and was able to wangle the possession of the same two-dimensional as a part of my closure. I think the greatest gift we have given each other is the touch sensation of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our lives. I can face at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the slender bit of sexual desire. And Manuelle tells me he has never been attracted to anyone except me in his stallion life.

Finis.

The upshot recounted in this narrative occured in the late 1980 's. It may pastime readers to recognise that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this story. { 10/2015 } Feel free to message me if you liked my report of how I found True beloved .