I spent the next eight months looking for one.During that time to keep my sanity, I did write that story. I posted it on a site called Stories on Line.... It was well-received to my surprise. Apparently, there were many old guys with too much time on their hands.I kept writing and they kept reading, some sending kind comments, others not so kind, but on the whole, it was good.I did go back to work but kept writing. What started out as a short story became two very long books and two short. Long story short, he backed out. Needless to say it was in instant buzz kill. Know I tell you that to tell you this……One night Jessica (names have been changed) and I went down to the bar that we always go to on Friday night. Once we got in we found Rich, a good friend of mind and one she got to know from the bar (he was a good looking average looking white). We sat at the bar with him and as soon as we sat down, the shots started coming. He bought some I bought some. It was at this point we. ****************************** That bad, oily bead of sweat trickled over the vein in my forehead, down over the bridge of my nose, and dripped off the tip onto what the Nigerians call an operating table. It’s late, and it’s been another hellish day in the middle of a hellish trip. Not that I’m upset at all, but I’m starting to become disillusioned with what God allows men to do in His name. I’ve always been a believer, but never really had the time to devote to calling on Him. I’m standing in. I repositioned myself on the couch and she laid down on top of me, before passionately kissing me. I couldn't quite believe how fast she was moving on this. The night before she hadn't wanted it, wanted to think with her mind and not her body. "Joshua, I can't stop wanting this. As much as I've tried to think of this, I can't come up with a good enough reason to stop. Joshua, I love you and I want this." She said as she reached behind me and positioned me at her entrance.She pushed her body.