Everything she wore, and some of the outfits seemed ridiculous to me, looked fabulous on her. She was a chameleon, her face showing distain, sweetness..., cool elegance, goofiness, all with mesmerizing emerald green eyes so powerful they almost overwhelmed the clothes. And yet, here she was back in Toronto to further her education. Clearly she was determined and confident. She couldn’t be this successful on looks alone. She had a head on her shoulders, a brain behind those looks. My respect for. It made me wonder how it might have been, having kids of my own. I pictured the exact sleeping arrangements in a tent camping, but clothed, of course. To each his own, but sex with my own flesh and blood, well, not fathomable.I came close to marriage once, even having the date set and the invitations sent out. We lived together for a year. She started showing her true feminine nature after the first ring was installed. She hated my career, I was always in shit when I was home, and the blow-jobs. Yes, Sir, all folks love a story that has a happy endin’. Now that the story has a happy endin’, those who haven’t heard the happy endin’ and who weren’t in town to see the happy endin’, when it happened, want me to retell them the whole dang story all over again, from the beginning, as if it just happened. Tarnation. We have a lot of an’mal lovers in town and they all love Earth Day’s happy endin’ and I do, too. The only one who likes the happy endin’ more than me is Earth Day. She loves the. For someone with what I knew of the subject, spontaneity was the key, and by the time he had reached the ‘zone’ I had lost interest and it became a chore to convince him that he was the world’s greatest lover. ‘Look Rob, (Rob Stone, not his real name by the way) by the time that you get into your zone I have completely lost the urge. What do you say that I help you achieve your ‘zone’ while at the same time maintaining mine?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Just sit back and enjoy it.’ I kissed him,.