I suddenly remembered his words: 'bosom friends'. Was he trying to tell us something I wondered. We most certainly were bosom friends in every sense o...f the words. I wondered whether he realised what was going on between us. Who knows? Perhaps he did. David is a real canny character.David used his usual method in running the class: first came the quick three-minute poses. The difference in the way Abby performed was truly amazing. She was confident and fluent in her poses and the techniques I. ’ ‘Yes, I am. I would like to see it. It would bring back some good memories.’ We stopped at Lonsdale Quay for lunch, and then did some more exploring of North Vancouver. I got the feeling my mother would be happy if we could find a place suitable for her here. We ended the day back at her residence hotel, promising to see each other again in a day or so. My mother really enjoyed the carol ship parade and our new boat. I had forgotten that she did like boating and had felt quite at home on. She is hell of pretty, Walt.’ ‘Her problem.’ I felt a little cold having replied so simply. ‘Yeah, she’s really attractive but…I just have no interest.’ I looked back down at the dog, I felt sorry for it. I considered untying the rope or cutting it, but then I didn’t want it to fall into the cold waters. ‘Has nothing to do with gay, I’m just not interested. Forgive me for not trying tohump everything in a skirt…’ ‘Pfft, I like em in shorts too.’ He laughed causing me to laugh a little. ‘I swear. .." Whatever I wanted to say was forgotten when he kissed me again. With a moan I returned his kiss and let my body melt against his. I felt his lips leave mine and rain feathery kisses down my throat. I had no choice but to cling to him. All my strength was gone. I wanted him and I wanted to believe in him.I felt his hand wander up my back, inside my blouse. It was warm and strong. His lips found mine again and burned me with his fire. I had never been kissed like that, and I didn't want it to.