This story is a farsighted one and contains explicit sex vista between an Old man and Danton True Young boy. If this disturbs you please do not understand further. While there is some amount of sex involved in the storey it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deeper level to this story.

Liner.

Romance on the highschool ocean.

When the ocean liner stopped at Manila and the bunch of heavy American 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 outlook. I had booked the trip with imagination of slim sleek Asian boys in my mind, and had been overwhelmed by the crowd of fat centre 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 occupy in the dollars he could milk from the passenger, in finical the American's. He swung both ways and did not care if he serviced either males or female as long as a fistful of dollars came his way. I was still young enough to jib at the idea of paying for sex and yet not old enough to throw reached the land of having to do so to ensure desirable company. I certainly had no purpose of disbursement good money to take into account some gigolo to pound my ass, nor was I willing to pay him what he wanted to tolerate me to use his body.

As the garish group of tourist sauntered down the gangway, I stood leaning on the railings waiting with some excitement to see what the new arrivals would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two possibleness among them. The motley crowd that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asians. Leading the pack was a self-coloured phalanx of Japanese stage business men, wearing almost identical lawsuit with their cameras dangling from their necks, and faces wreathed in identical grin. Close behind them came the Filipino, in family groups being shepherded by anxious looking Father, all of them radiant as peacocks in their obviously new wearing apparel. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked interest. But the most matter to one of all was dragging along at the empennage end of the bunch. He appeared to be a one boy who did not have any fellow traveler 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 bear been younger. He had the tolerant malar and clear hairless expression typical of the neighborhood. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a low duffle bag. No traveling bag, no television camera and no beaming side. He was dressed in a twain 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 verbal expression on his expression.

I had actually tipped the shop steward to ensure that I would not be forced to portion my cabin with some ghastly Japanese business sector man or a small tiddler from one of the Philippine home. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd nictitation, assured me he would see that I got a"suited"companion for the rest of the journeying to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decent sum of money of money if he got me the"the right way"kind of cabin teammate. Looking at the social rank and filing cabinet of the new arriver I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 days. I hoped it would be with somebody who was at least presentable if not adept looking. And of course if it was somebody whom I could get up to some"hanky panky"with, so a great deal the better.

Putting aside my apprehensions on these matters I went forward to keep an eye on with my usual captivation the process of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their sterns almost into the water as they took up the load on the cable system and then sensing the colossus beneath me begin to move never ceased to enchant me. Feeling the gang fight of the engine starting up and watching the curl of the bow wave wage increase 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 state and the dateless vistas offered by the undefended 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 star sign of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpire I went to the dining room and was greeted at the door by Romal. The steward had a smug feeling on his boldness and while escorting me to my board informed me that he had allotted the back bunk in my cabin to one of the two teen aged Son of the Filipino kin who would be sharing the board with me. He told me I could *********** whichever of the male child that either took my figure, or stirred my loins. He made the initiation to the family who were already seated at the table and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would make the choice as to which of the 2 boys, who were in their late teen, would be sharing my cabin. During the row of dinner 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 surmount I eventually decided that I may have a better chance to entice the older one into playing some private consistence plot at Night. When I announced my decision I thought I saw a face of disappointment on the new boys face.

During dinner I noticed that the one boy I had seen earlier was seated with a radical of 3 Japanese business men at an tabular array not so far away from mine. He still had the dull listless look on his face and seemed to be quite lost in his own domain. The Japanese men at his table tried to include him in their reanimate conversation but he was not very responsive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the board very soon, after picking at his intellectual nourishment 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 nook of the pack of cards and began to wonder about him. But I did not pry on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the senior of the 2 boys who had been at the table was already inside and lying in the amphetamine berth. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his ease dressed in only a twain of pugilist trunks, and reading what appeared to be a risible Koran.

deciding that the best way to discover whether he would be amenable to some fun and play would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my night attire which was a similar pair of pugilist, I started to dispatch my clothes and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to remove a lot longer than usual to do so to control he could give birth a good feel at what I possessed. I could see from his reflection that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with ecstatic attention at my body. His attention was riveted on my penis and egg 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.



Turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the bunk and put my script directly on his tractor trailer toilsome cock. I got a reaction from him ... ... but it was not what I had expected. Without a speech sound of protest or refusal he simply let his comedian Word drop over his brass and lay perfectly still, though his cock rose to full erection and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him grow even harder. I lifted my former deal to his chest and started to gently gambling with his nipples. The areolas were declamatory and of the rattling vividness only found on Asiatic multitude. Soon his mammilla were also severely and standing exculpate. Lowering my mouth to his chest of drawers I started to suck them alternately. I explored his thigh and lower belly and was soon kissing and licking his umbilicus and the line of alright pubic hair's-breadth that started on his stomach and disappeared into his pugilist. Through all this, former than the pounding of his rooster and its extreme hardness, he made no sound or comment or bowel movement. His mitt were still holding the risible book over his face. Slipping both my arms 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 bump off the comic covering his typeface he made a blackball sound and firmly held it in property. Having had anterior experience with many Asiatic boys I immediately understood he wanted the cabin igniter turned off and was not leave to bet directly at my face or body in the light.

Only after I switched off the lights and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he take into account me to look at away the book. In the come dark his restraint and inhibitions were cast aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my body with his hands just as I was exploring his, allowing me to dig into his mouth with my tongue and then putting his lingua deep into my mouth. Very soon both of us were completely naked and with operose prick pressed on severe prick we continued sucking and French kissing. He allowed me to move down till his cock was in my rima oris and then slowly pivoted his body around so he could do the Same to me. But when in my eagerness to proceed boost I started to explore the offer of his ass and my finger was searching for his entry hole. He stopped sucking my turncock and whispered in a barely audible phonation,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal"Respecting his wish I stopped myself and continued to enjoy the other pleasures offered by his lithe slim torso and peter. We very soon reached our windup and ejaculated in each other's mouths. He then turned himself around again and lay following to me with his drumhead resting on my berm, his leg thrown over my second joint and his limp pecker pressed to the side of my leg, my peter 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 morning, before it became brilliantly, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his upper berth. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his apparel and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him following at the table when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red bloom spread across his nerve. Behaving in a very normal way I greeted the family without paying any indecorous care to the boy. I spoke to his parents and his brother and included him in some of the general remarks. I knew the situation. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would deport after our dalliance of the previous Night and unwilling to face at or face me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a niche of the deck, though he had tried his honorable to fend off me, I told him that what we had done the previous night was nothing 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 connection by my doings or my discourse of him he relaxed enough to depend at me while I was speaking and the fortunate colouring receded from his face.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him get laid that unless he was interested in a repetition execution I would not demand it from him. He was eager enough to assent to having another academic term that Night. After dinner the only deviation to the previous day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my built in bed and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his land of arousal. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to prolong the school term for a much prospicient meter and we both achieved a identification number of ejaculations before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the fall out day as I usually did, close to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphins jumping clear of the H2O before cris- hybridizing under the boat only to repeat their bounce of ecstasy. Towards the latter component of the afternoon when most of the passengers were resting Romal the steward approached me. The feel on his font was enough to differentiate me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my fellow 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 grinning on his aspect when he asked me if I now wanted a variety of cooperator. He then told me that I could yell upon the untried of the two buddy also if I was so inclined, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising country with one of the Jap business men during the sunup and had told him he would keep it a undercover if the boy would consent to sharing my cabin for a night or so. Apparently the boy was eager and very bequeath 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 chum reaction to me over the 2 former days and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would choose him to ploughshare my cabin and had been nearly let down when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elderberry bush boy I asked if he objected to the proposed change. Though knowing full well what would transpirate, he quite readily agreed to allow his younger chum to occupy my cabin that night. While having dinner I studied the younger boy. I soon came to the conclusion 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 fall out between us later that night. My suspicions were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few hour after I did and without saying a news locked the door. Unlike his elderberry bush pal he showed no signaling of the common Asian shyness and without troubling to tack off the light he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the floor came and stood in front of me. His young and sleek body was enticing. He had very just a belittled amount of pubic hair 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 lavish kisses and licks on my font and mouth.

Then he slowly proceeded to divest me of all my clothes, allowing me to do no more than upgrade my ass from the built in bed so he could sneak my pants and underwear from under me making as bare as he was. Again settling astride my lap his kisses soon had me getting aroused. He was much more than relaxed than his elder brother 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 lenient small buttock of his ass and as it found the entrance to his fanny he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my peter slid in without any pauperism of lube. It was evident he was much more get than his comrade and had no taciturnity to getting fucked. He then pushed me level on to my binding and started to ride my dick with an wildness I had never encountered before in an Asian boy.

As he was rising and falling on the distance of my peter I grasped his son of a bitch which was stiff as a board and wanked him. We reached climax almost simultaneously and he shot his glutinous boy's cum all over my chest and face as my onus deposited itself deep in his hole. Needles to say we did not catch some Z's much that night. He was Loretta Young and eager to explore all I could evince and instruct him [ which was not very much ] But one lieu he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his back with his legs resting on my shoulder and his cute ass spread wide before me and to have my tool pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the skin around his gob. He unlike his senior brother was not shy to blab out about his former experiences and to admire the size of it and distance of my putz and its hardness and the fact that I was capable to get a boost almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.

He told me his Brother's reason for avoiding anal sex was that he was in"be intimate"with another boy in their home town and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me company for the adjacent 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"take a rest period ”. Of course it was anything but a balance he had in mind. 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 ready for a change of pace and partner.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to find oneself Romal and see which of the Jap business men he could next seduce and to gain entry to that mans 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 sort of boy his looks were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone facial expression and I asked Romal to arrange for him to be my next cabin mate. I had absolutely no melodic theme if I would incur him to be an amiable companion 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 exchange for dinner I noticed that the boy's duffel bag bag was lying on the upper bunk though there was no mansion of the lad himself. He was award at the dining table for dinner but hardly responded to any of the questions that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino dialect I could not sympathise 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"right 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 bunk staring at the cap and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very willing to serve my questions I was able to drag some of his chronicle from him with slow patient role and uncomplicated head. His name was Manuelle. He had lived in Manila from his nascency, and was now on his way to Sidney to connect a college after he had won a scholarship there. He was unhappy at having to leave everything he had ever known and to have to go to a strange and new place. His phratry lot prevented any of his the great unwashed from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would find in Sydney. At that clock time I did not wee any open computer address to my intellect for having him as my cabin mate for the rest of the voyage, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much near range than I had in the retiring few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., was quite taken with his looks and that the desire to ingest him in my bed was getting inviolable by the mo. After I had heard his level, during the telling of which he had got more relaxed and had started to respond More easily, I turned off all the lights and went to sleep.

It was well into the still sentry of the night that I was woken by a sound. It was the sound of someone stifling his crying. I got up from my berth and turning on the dim blue-blooded night light in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a glass of water and giving it to him asked what the problem was. Eventually after much vacillation he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his comrade and sis and family. How I got him to do it I do not have a go at it, but I got him to make out and sit next to me on my bunk and putting an arm around his berm told him not to vex too much.

At inaugural he was loaded 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 time with his sobs. We sat like that for quite some time and his weeping slowly came to a stop, though I could feel his whole consistency was tense and trembling. I got him to lie down next to me on my bunk and wrapped him in my arms. We dropped off to sleep lying like that with the blue Nox light still on. There was null sexual in our action at law just one body taking comfort from the proximity of another. I woke the next morning to find his head nestled on my shoulder, his arm across my thorax and one of his legs thrown across my second joint. I could feel the whole of his melt off slender shape pressed up close to my body. My feelings were quite complex. I was still attracted to him and worry to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and tenuous about him that it created a protective instinct in me that wanted to enclose him up and proceed 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 trouble. We spent much of that day inside the cabin talking and getting to know about each former. At first it was not an easy chore to get him to let the cat out of the bag 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 overt about his life. That night when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not accept much to persuade him to come and lie down succeeding to me. Strangely for me I never made any effort to introduce any sexual component into our human relationship and for the following 3 days and nights our relationship was platonic and consisted of spending much 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 munition. Eventually I did severalise him about my sexuality and liking for boys but also made it quite solve that I would not stool any demand for sex or wait him to do anything he was not interested in.

After I had told him this I quite expected him to forefend sharing my bed that dark but was astonished when he himself came and lay down beside me after he had turned off the cabin lights including the disconsolate night 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 uncoerced to let me use his body as I wished, as a repayment for my forgivingness towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to research his body I told him that I was not occupy 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 simple act of kindness. Lying following to me in the darkness he seemed to palpate more secure and began to utter about his dread of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His doubts about being able-bodied to find fitting and of what would be facing him in the college. When we eventually dropped off to kip he was still comfortably wrapped in my arms and as on the previous 3 dark slept through the Night without any signs of the first dark's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the next dawning and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to compact our belongings in expectation of the landing place at Sydney that I began to broach the theme that had been germinating in my judgement from the previous Night. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to attend was very close to my place of business and in the domain I had been allotted a company savourless. Though I was alone the flatbed allotted to me was a 2 bedroom one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a way in the college or trying to find digs or staying as a paying invitee in some rooming house he could add up and percentage my flat money box 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 ask to receive any sexual party favor from him in proceeds for this. Our arrangement would countenance him to feel secure as he would have me around in the evenings and since he was now somewhat intimate with me he would not feel so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to hesitate or show some signs of his earlier aloofness, but as I made the proposal, I saw his face and mode lighten and for the first of all sentence since I had laid heart on him 10 24-hour interval previously I saw a big smile cattle farm across his side. Throwing his arms around me he hugged me snug and said he would be only too happy to come and delay 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 1 to disembark, catching a cab we went directly to the savourless. Getting the samara from the edifice superintendent we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant E facing prostrate and from the balcony in the front we had a nice purview of the beach dappled with the shadows of the buildings thrown there by the setting sun. On the right slope there was a large bedroom also facing east, with French people window that opened to a tell balcony and a slightly minuscule bedroom on the left side of meat of the sitting way. I offered to let Manuelle use the larger room as his need of space to observe his book of account etc was more than mine. But he said he would prefer to take the low way and was soon busybodied unpacking his merger property in it. I unpacked my stuff in the master bedroom and flopped down on the wide bed and without meaning to, was soon sound asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to find out that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying adjacent to me with his coat of arms around me and his whole slim body pressed to the distance of my own. It was quite a familiar sensation since we had spent the lastly 4 nighttime sleeping in somewhat the Saami personal manner, thought the bed in the flat was large and broad with plenty of room unlike the berth on the ship.

Next morning 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 next to me though now it was my blazonry wrapped around his body and his pert bottom pressed back into my crotch. Over the next few Day and workweek this became the positioning we almost always woke up in. I would arrive domicile from the office staff to incur Manuelle oceanic abyss in his study. We would either cook ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and come back to the flat. I would read for a time and he would learn 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 subject area he would slip into my bed and press against me. It was a pleasant sensation but still without any form of intimate excitement. For me to be in bed with a nubile youth and yet not to require a sexual release was something I had not yet experienced in my life

This platonic sort relationship was something very unusual for me. I was more wonted to having sex than doing without it. But for some ground I did not desire to be the one to initiate any anatomy of sex into our relationship. Normally I would have been very aroused by the presence of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very a lot of the kind of boy I always liked. Since his face had lost the interest and impecunious formula he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening time blossomed into a very sweet looking and attractive boy. His thin lithe consistence was without a tincture of hair [ or at least what parts I had seen of it were ] and his face had taken on a beamy look with a beaming smiling forever hovering around his wide-cut lips. And though both he and I were often articulated lorry erect in the morning when we woke I had no melodic theme of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 hebdomad from when we had moved into the 2-dimensional together that the situation altered. It was a Friday evening and the next 2 twenty-four hours were holidays. I was quite tardy in returning to the flat having stayed in the office to make all pending oeuvre so that Saturday and Dominicus could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the sights. As was my wish when returning from work I went straight to my bedchamber and stripped off my clothes and headed into the lav for a shower. Standing under the streaming flow of piddle I was quite unaware of the bathroom room access initiative and the entrance of another person into the room, until I felt somebody imperativeness up against my rear and 2 weapons system came around and gripped me in a tight bosom. It was of form Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his soundbox hard against mine he began to verbalise. He told me that he had expected me to pee-pee the first 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 tempt me by wearing skimpy boxershorts around the flat 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 torso. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a sexual way or if I had lost interestingness in him or if I had found another fan.

Unclasping his hands from around my chest turned to face him and then kissed him fully on the lips. 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 buncombe. But this prison term I knew that the shakiness was not fear or arrest but from desire. How much time elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don't know but it seemed to be aeons.

Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet clothes revealing for the low time, to my hungry gaze, his beautiful body. He stood patiently under the phonograph needle spray of the exhibitioner as I traced the lines of his face and chest of drawers. My fingers followed the conformation of his flat belly to the junction of his legs where a light dusting of whisker drew my attending to his hammer which was at half mast, then down his slim legs to the perfectly proportioned feet. Turning his pliant and willing organic structure around I then examined his back and the shape of his arse which fitted my manus to beau ideal. All that I saw only server to enhance my sense of windup .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the number of boys I had seduced over the year and the identification number that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally extraterrestrial and wonderful. Of course the fact that we were both au naturel created its own separate fission in our consistency and the common desire now took the upper berth deal. Turning off the rain shower we hurriedly dried off and lost no time in repairing to the comfort of the large bed where we spent the residue of the night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at outset as desire drove him onward he soon became open in the search of the ultimate pleasance derived from another's accepting and uncoerced body.

The flavor I experienced when I penetrated his tail for the first time were unprecedented for me as were the feelings he had when I first took his beautiful cock in my rima oris that day. We have been together for over a ten now and yet every time we make love it is just like the first time.

He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to recall he refuses. I completed my least sandpiper in the company and was able to falsify the ownership of the same flatcar as a voice of my settlement. I think the swell gift we have given each early is the tactile sensation of contentment and fulfillment that permeates our life-time. I can look at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the svelte 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 lector to know that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this story. { 10/2015 } smell rid to message me if you liked my account of how I found True Love .