This write up is a recollective one and contains expressed sex fit between an Old man and young boy. If this disturbs you please do not learn further. While there is some amount of sex involved in the history it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deeply level to this story.

Liner.

romance on the High Seas.

When the liner stopped at Manila and the crowd of fleshy American tourer trooped down the aisle bearing their luggage, and as usual talking at the top of their phonation I was relieved. The trip from Colombo had not been up to my expectations. I had booked the trip with visual modality of slim sleek Asian son in my mind, and had been overwhelmed by the bunch of fat middle aged American's that had been on card. The one cute Sri Lankan steward on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only concern in the dollar sign he could milk from the passenger, in particular the American language's. He swung both mode and did not care if he serviced either males or females as long as a fistful of dollars came his way. I was still young enough to baulk at the idea of paying for sex and yet not old enough to have reached the Department of State of having to do so to ensure suitable company. I certainly had no design of disbursal sound money to allow some gigolo to pound my ass, nor was I uncoerced to pay him what he wanted to leave me to use his body.

As the forte group of tourists sauntered down the gangway, I stood leaning on the rail waiting with some turmoil to see what the new reaching would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two possibilities among them. The motley bunch that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asians. Leading the mob was a solid phalanx of Japanese business men, wearing almost very courtship with their cameras dangling from their necks, and faces wreathed in identical smiles. stopping point behind them came the Filipino, in syndicate groups being shepherded by unquiet looking forefather, all of them radiant as peacock butterfly in their obviously new clothes. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked interesting. But the most interest one of all was dragging along at the tail end of the bunch. He appeared to be a exclusive boy who did not have any companion or parents in tow. My interest perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as usual with Asiatic boys like this he could make been younger. He had the broad os zygomaticum and clear hairless brass distinctive of the region. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a modest duffle bag. No suitcase, no tv camera and no beaming face. He was dressed in a pair of scruffy dungaree and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a tux, rather than being casually paired with denim. As he approached the railing he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn expression on his brass.

I had actually tipped the keeper to ensure that I would not be forced to ploughshare my cabin with some ghastly Japanese byplay man or a small nestling from one of the Filipino mob. He had suspected my pursuit in gay sex and had, with a lewd wink, assured me he would see that I got a"worthy"fellow traveller for the rest 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"kind of cabin mate. Looking at the rank and Indian file of the new arrival I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 daytime. I hoped it would be with somebody who was at to the lowest degree presentable if not trade good looking. And of course if it was person whom I could get up to some"hanky panky"with, so a good deal the better.

putting aside my arrest on these subject I went forward to watch with my common fascination the process of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their sterns almost into the urine as they took up the consignment on the cable and then sensing the monster beneath me begin to motivate never ceased to enthral me. Feeling the gang fight of the engines starting up and watching the Robert Floyd Curl Jr. 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 disappearing of land and the endless panorama offered by the open ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner I could see no evidence of any move around companion. There was no luggage in the cabin and no signs of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpire I went to the dining elbow room and was greeted at the door by Romal. The shop steward had a smug feeling on his face and while escorting me to my table informed me that he had allotted the second meaninglessness in my cabin to one of the two teen aged sons of the Filipino family who would be sharing the table with me. He told me I could *********** whichever of the boy that either took my fancy, or stirred my loin. He made the introductions to the family line who were already seated at the tabular array and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would arrive at the choice as to which of the 2 boys, who were in their tardily stripling, would be sharing my cabin. During the row of dinner party I studied both cuss carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well spoken and extremely genteel as are most Asiatic lads of that age. Though it was the younger of the two that was more outgoing I eventually decided that I may accept a better chance to entice the former one into playing some individual consistency games at night. When I announced my decision I thought I saw a look of disappointment on the younger son face.

During dinner I noticed that the single boy I had seen earlier was seated with a group of 3 Japanese job men at an table not so far away from mine. He still had the dull listless flavour on his face and seemed to be quite lost in his own man. The Nipponese men at his table tried to include him in their repair conversation but he was not very responsive 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 after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a quiet box of the deck of cards and began to wonder 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 mooring. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his ease dressed in only a couplet of boxer short pants, and reading what appeared to be a risible Scripture.

decision making that the adept way to fall upon whether he would be conformable to some fun and frolic would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my night garb which was a similar pair of Boxer, I started to take away my wearing apparel and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to take a lot longer than usual to do so to ensure he could have a honorable look at what I possessed. I could see from his contemplation that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with rapt attention at my eubstance. His attention was riveted on my penis and clod and he did not notice me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a movement in his shorts as his prick started to rise.



turn away from the mirror I went and leaning against the rot and put my hand directly on his semi hard peter. I got a reaction from him ... ... but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of protest or refusal he simply let his mirthful Holy Writ drop over his font and lay perfectly still, though his hammer rose to entire erection and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him acquire even harder. I lifted my early hand to his bureau and started to gently bid with his nipples. The areola were orotund and of the tremendous colour only found on Asiatic hoi polloi. Soon his nipples were also hard and standing clear. Lowering my mouthpiece to his chest I started to suck them alternately. I explored his second joint and scurvy belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the line of fine pubic pilus that started on his stomach and disappeared into his packer. Through all this, former than the throbbing of his cock and its extreme severity, he made no audio or comment or effort. His hands were still holding the comic Bible over his font. Slipping both my blazonry beneath his body 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 look he made a negative sound and firmly held it in plaza. Having had prior experience with many Asian boys I immediately understood he wanted the cabin spark turned off and was not will to look directly at my font or torso in the light.

Only after I switched off the light source and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he allow me to lead away the book. In the total dark his restraint and prohibition were cast of characters aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my soundbox with his manus just as I was exploring his, allowing me to poke into his mouth with my natural language and then putting his tongue deep into my rima oris. Very soon both of us were completely naked and with hard dent pressed on severely incision we continued sucking and Gallic fondling. He allowed me to prompt down till his cock was in my mouthpiece and then slowly pivoted his body around so he could do the same to me. But when in my avidity to proceed further I started to explore the crack of his ass and my digit was searching for his entree hole. He stopped sucking my hammer and whispered in a barely hearable voice,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal retentive"Respecting his wishes I stopped myself and continued to enjoy the former pleasure offered by his lithe slim consistence and cock. We very soon reached our climax and ejaculated in each other's mouths. He then turned himself around again and lay following to me with his question resting on my articulatio humeri, his leg thrown over my thighs and his hobble stopcock pressed to the side of my leg, my cock gripped in his hand. He was soon fasting asleep. I also dropped off to sleep well pleased by the change in my luck.

Very early the side by side dawning, before it became bright, 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 following at the board 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 normal way I greeted the family without paying any indecorous attention to the son. I spoke to his parents and his brother and included him in some of the oecumenical input. I knew the situation. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would behave after our dalliance of the former night and unwilling to seem at or present me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a corner of the deck, though he had tried his best to avoid me, I told him that what we had done the premature night was nothing to be shy or ashamed about, but was of course of instruction best kept to ourselves and not intimated to anyone else. As he understood that I was not going to spread our connectedness by my behaviour or my intervention of him he relaxed enough to look at me while I was speaking and the rosy colouring receded from his face.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him live that unless he was concerned in a repeat execution I would not postulate it from him. He was eager enough to assent to having another academic term that Nox. After dinner the only dispute to the previous day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my berth and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his Department of State of rousing. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to prolong the session for a much longer time and we both achieved a act of ejaculation before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the following day as I usually did, come together to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphins jumping discharge of the water before cris- crossing under the boat only to repeat their jump of XTC. Towards the latter voice of the afternoon when about of the passengers were resting Romal the keeper approached me. The look on his face was enough to tell me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my fellow passenger. Not wanting to deny it or to keep off the issuing I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug smile on his boldness when he asked me if I now wanted a change of collaborator. He then told me that I could call upon the younger of the two chum also if I was so inclined, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising state with one of the Jap business men during the sunrise and had told him he would keep back it a mystic if the boy would consent to sharing my cabin for a Night or so. Apparently the boy was eager and very willing to try out what I had to bid and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elderberry bush Brother, which he had discovered by observing his brothers 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 choose him to share my cabin and had been most disappointed when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elderberry bush boy I asked if he objected to the proposed variety. Though knowing wax wellspring what would transpire, he quite readily agreed to provide his younger comrade to invade my cabin that Night. While having dinner I studied the young boy. I soon came to the closing that he was actually the comfortably looking of the 2 and from the way he kept looking at me and grinning he also conveyed his stake in what was going to come about between us later that nighttime. My suspicions were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few hour after I did and without saying a word locked the door. Unlike his elder brother he showed no signaling of the usual Asiatic shyness and without troubling to switch off the illumination he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the floor came and stood in front of me. His young and slick torso was enticing. He had very just a minuscule amount of pubic tomentum that enhanced the forward projection penis and great round balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to shower kisses and biff on my look and sass.

Then he slowly proceeded to divest me of all my wearing apparel, allowing me to do no Sir Thomas More than raise my ass from the hogwash so he could luxate my pants and underwear from under me making as naked as he was. Again settling astride my lap his buss soon had me getting aroused. He was much more relaxed than his senior pal and appeared to have absolutely no inhibitions. My cock soon rose to a stand and he settled himself astride me allowing it to slip between the easygoing minor cheeks of his ass and as it found the entrance to his prat he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my tool slid in without any need of lubricant. It was observable he was much more have than his brother and had no reticence to getting fucked. He then pushed me flat on to my rear and started to devolve on 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 stiff as a add-in and wanked him. We reached climax almost simultaneously and he shot his sticky boy's cum all over my pectus and face as my encumbrance deposited itself cryptic in his hole. needle to say we did not sleep much that dark. He was Loretta Young and eager to research all I could show and teach him [ which was not 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 spread wide before me and to have my cock pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the cutis around his hole. He unlike his elderberry bush comrade was not shy to spill about his previous experiences and to admire the size and length of my dick and its hardness and the fact that I was able to get a rise almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.

He told me his brother's understanding for avoiding anal sex was that he was in"love"with another boy in their home township and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me company for the next 3 days of our voyage and often would fall away up to me during the day and with a wink ask me if I wanted to"contract a sleep ”. Of row it was anything but a rest he had in mind. By the end of the twenty-five percent day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 people could do together in bed and were both ready for a variety of stride and married person.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to detect Romal and see which of the Jap business men he could next seduce and to pull in entrance to that mans cabin. He also told me his ambition 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 kind of boy his looks were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone saying and I asked Romal to arrange for him to be my next cabin mate. I had absolutely no idea if I would notice him to be an genial familiar or if I could blarney him into my bed but whatever the outcome I decided that I wanted to determine 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 switch for dinner party I noticed that the boy's duffle bag was lying on the upper hogwash 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 interpret what was being said but from the short responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying much. I myself refrained from saying anything other than a"safe evening"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner pass around the ship's deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his bunkum staring at the ceiling and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very bequeath to answer my doubtfulness I was able to haul some of his narration from him with irksome patient and simple questions. His figure was Manuelle. He had lived in manilla from his parturition, and was now on his way to Sidney to conjoin a college after he had won a scholarship there. He was distressed at having to leave everything he had ever known and to possess to go to a unusual and new place. His sept destiny prevented any of his people from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would find in Sydney. At that time I did not make any undefendable reference to my rationality for having him as my cabin mate for the rest of the voyage, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closer reach than I had in the past times few twenty-four hours, 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 recounting of which he had got more relaxed and had started to respond more easily, I turned off all the lighter and went to sleep.

It was well into the still lookout man of the Nox that I was woken by a auditory sensation. It was the sound of someone stifling his call. I got up from my bunk and turning on the dim blue night Light in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a looking glass of piddle and giving it to him asked what the trouble was. Eventually after much hesitation he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his brothers and sisters and family. How I got him to do it I do not eff, but I got him to come and sit next to me on my bunk and putting an arm around his shoulder joint told him not to worry too a great deal.

At first off he was stiff and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his forefront on my articulatio humeri though his torso was still shaken from time to time with his sobs. We sat like that for quite some time and his crying slowly came to a arrest, though I could feel his whole body was tense and trembling. I got him to lie down next to me on my guff and wrapped him in my weapon. We dropped off to sleep lying like that with the blue angel dark light still on. There was nothing sexual in our legal action just one body taking solace from the propinquity of another. I woke the future cockcrow to get his head nestled on my shoulder joint, his arm across my chest and one of his legs thrown across my thighs. I could feel the whole of his slim down slender frame pressed up close to my body. My feelings were quite composite. I was still attracted to him and interested to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and fragile about him that it created a protective instinct in me that wanted to wrap him up and hold back 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 feed bunk and started to stutter 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 sluttish task to get him to lecture 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 history. That Night when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not take in practically to persuade him to come and lie down next to me. Strangely for me I never made any try to usher in any sexual factor into our relationship and for the next 3 twenty-four hours and Nox our relationship was platonic and consisted of spending a good deal of the day together, chatting and learning many details about each former. The nights were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one bunk with him lying cradled in my arms. Eventually I did enjoin him about my sexuality and liking for son but also made it quite illuminate that I would not piss any demand for sex or anticipate him to do anything he was not concerned 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 blue night light that had been kept on for the former 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 bequeath 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 organic structure I told him that I was not interested in such an arrangement. I was attracted to him and would get 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 wide-eyed act of benignity. Lying future to me in the darkness he seemed to finger to a greater extent secure and began to speak about his understanding of reaching Sydney the future day and of what he was to do. His doubt about being able to find 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 nights slept through the night without any planetary house of the first night's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the succeeding sunrise and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to pack our holding in anticipation of the landing place at Sydney that I began to broach the idea that had been germinating in my psyche from the previous night. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to take care was very close to my billet of business and in the area I had been allotted a ship's company flat. Though I was alone the flat allotted to me was a 2 bedchamber one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a way in the college or trying to get jibe or staying as a paying Edgar Albert Guest in some rooming house he could get and share my flat cashbox 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 expect to experience any intimate favor from him in comeback for this. Our arrangement would grant him to palpate secure as he would have me around in the evenings and since he was now somewhat comrade with me he would not feel so alone or go too homesick. I expected him to hesitate or show some signs of his in the first place aloofness, but as I made the proposal, I saw his face and mood lighten and for the low gear clock time since I had laid eyes on him 10 days previously I saw a big grin spread across his cheek. Throwing his weapon around me he hugged me close and said he would be only too happy to come and appease 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 foremost ones to debark, catching a cab we went directly to the flat. Getting the tonality from the edifice super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant east facing flat and from the balcony in the front we had a nice purview of the beach dappled with the shadows of the building thrown there by the setting sun. On the right slope there was a bombastic sleeping accommodation also facing east, with French windows that opened to a separate balcony and a slightly small-scale chamber on the left side of meat of the sitting elbow room. I offered to let Manuelle use the orotund room as his indigence of distance to keep his books etc was more than mine. But he said he would opt to stimulate the diminished room and was soon busy unpacking his amalgamation belonging in it. I unpacked my stuff in the master sleeping accommodation and flopped down on the broad bed and without meaning to, was soon sound asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to find that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying following to me with his blazonry around me and his solid slim body pressed to the length of my own. It was quite a familiar sensation since we had spent the last 4 Night sleeping in somewhat the same manner, thought the bed in the flatbed was boastfully and all-embracing with peck of way unlike the berth on the ship.

Next morning it was quite former when the pearly igniter of the rising sun coming through the open window roused me from my sleep. Manuelle was still lying side by side to me though now it was my implements of war wrapped around his body and his pert hind end pressed back into my crotch. Over the following few days and weeks this became the position we almost always woke up in. I would descend home from the office to find Manuelle deep in his cogitation. We would either cook ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and add up back to the flat. I would read for a time and he would study 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 study he would splay into my bed and crush against me. It was a pleasant sensation but still without any form of sexual excitement. For me to be in bed with a nubile youth and yet not to want a sexual release was something I had not yet experienced in my life

This platonic sorting human 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 material body of sexuality into our family relationship. Normally I would have been very aroused by the mien of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very a great deal of the form of boy I always liked. Since his cheek had lost the worried and pinched expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening clip blossomed into a very sugariness looking and attractive boy. His slim lithe soundbox was without a trace of hair's-breadth [ or at to the lowest degree what region I had seen of it were ] and his face had taken on a radiant aspect with a beaming grinning forever hovering around his full lips. And though both he and I were often semifinal erect in the morning when we woke I had no approximation of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 workweek from when we had moved into the savorless together that the situation altered. It was a Friday evening and the next 2 days were holidays. I was quite late in returning to the flat having stayed in the berth to clear up all pending work so that Saturday and Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the lot. As was my want when returning from work I went straight to my bedroom and stripped off my dress and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Standing under the streaming flow of water I was quite unaware of the bathroom door opening and the entry of another person into the room, until I felt someone printing press up against my back and 2 coat of arms came around and gripped me in a tight embrace. It was of track Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his consistence toilsome against mine he began to speak. He told me that he had expected me to construct the initiatory move towards introducing sex into our kinship.

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 flat and when sleeping next to me he had tried to show 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 physical structure. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a sexual way or if I had lost pastime in him or if I had found another lover.

Unclasping his hand from around my chest turned to front him and then kissed him fully on the lips. His body melted into mine and I could sense 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 berth. But this clock time I knew that the quivering was not dread or apprehension but from desire. How much 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 apparel revealing for the initiative time, to my thirsty gaze, his beautiful body. He stood patiently under the needle spray of the shower as I traced the stock of his nerve and bureau. My digit followed the contour of his flat belly to the junction of his legs where a promiscuous dusting of tomentum drew my tending to his cock which was at one-half mast, then down his slim legs to the perfectly proportioned feet. Turning his pliant and willing body around I then examined his back and the shape of his seat which fitted my hands to perfection. 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 number of boy I had seduced over the class and the telephone number that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally alien and marvellous. Of path the fact that we were both defenseless created its own tell apart fission in our bodies and the mutual desire now took the speed manus. Turning off the shower bath we hurriedly dried off and lost no clip in repairing to the quilt of the large bed where we spent the rest of the nighttime exploring each former. Though he was shy and diffident at beginning as desire drove him onward he soon became open in the search of the ultimate pleasure derived from another's accepting and leave body.

The flavor I experienced when I penetrated his prat for the initiatory time were unprecedented for me as were the feelings he had when I first took his beautiful prick in my mouth that day. We have been together for over a decade now and yet every sentence we make be intimate it is just like the beginning 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 society and was able-bodied to cook the possession of the same flat as a component part of my settlement. I think the sterling gift we have given each other is the feeling of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our lives. I can bet at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the slightest 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 belatedly 1980 's. It may interest lecturer to know that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this history. { 10/2015 } spirit liberate to message me if you liked my account of how I found True dear .