You where breathing heavily, and the young one laughed.Looks like the bitch likes to be handled by real men. He still held you tight.The old one asked... you. Are you a real slut? Are you? You where still breathing...then a soft "y e s"....I could not hear you he said. "Yes, I am"He moved his finger slowly, pushed it deeper. It was still glistening wet from his spit. Deeper. And knuckle deep.You like it slut? He pulled it slowly back out. Leaning over, more spit....twisted it....and almost all . It certainly wasn't you. I have never for a moment thought you were less than a superb lover and a deeply caring man."Perhaps I took that for granted after all these years. Perhaps I had become so used to your love and support that I didn't value it the way I should have. I don't know, but I need to find out."You were wrong about my not having a real friend. I do have one. Virginia Maarden. Ginny is my closest friend ... after you of course. She is my confidant. Someone I can talk to without. Erik applied and was accepted to the college that he wanted to attend, majoring in Computer Science. He was an aspiring video game developer with a dream of making the next blockbuster. This was Erik’s dream, and it was this dream that helped him through some rough times in High School. Today will be the last day that he will ever need to walk through the doors at Streamer High. After today, Erik will be at The U, starting college early with summer school classes. The timing couldn’t be better.. I'm lucky that Igenerally work in a lonely environment now. And I was lucky that I had anew friend, Misty, to help guide me through what I was feeling via emailin those desperate moments. I was clinging to her messages like adrowning woman hanging off a bouy in stormy weather.And others, such as Lady Vinyl, have also helped recently. I'm still notsure where I am as a person, but thanks to these people and anunderstanding counsellor, I am more open and less confused. Fear aboutidentity and.