By then it was early evening so I returned home and checked my e-mail.Even though Jessie said it would probably be very late before she got back to he...r dorm, I was still vaguely disappointed there were no e-mails.I unpacked from my trip, started washing clothes and getting ready to go back to work the next day.By the time I went to bed that night, there was still no e-mail from Jessie.The next morning, however, I did have the promised response.Dear Mr. Walker, Oh Ancient One (Sam)Okay, I will. As I was washing my face eyes closed, I heard the tap next to me turn on. I quickly washed the soap off from my face and was presented with a young white lad who was also enjoying his cleaning. I pretended not to pay attention to him, but his tall and masculine frame was quite a sight. I bent down to wash my legs but did so deliberately to give me an excuse to study his cock. While it wasn't as big as my first cock experience, it was circumcised and exposed its knob to the raining water. My. No matter what happens, or maybe doesn't happen, between us in the future, I can never forget what Darryl meant to me. He knows I will always hold his song in a special place in my heart, just for the two of us. Why do you ask?" It may be important; it gives the two of you a very special connection." I'm not feeling very connected right now, Gaho, I just feel very empty." "I know child, I know you do. It won't always be that way. Trust me." I do Gaho; you've done so much already. I'm probably. " Bye."Matt Brady and Jerry O Leary had both graduated the year before from the University of Wyoming with a criminal justice degree. Both had been on the judo team. Matt had spent his summers working for Lazy Creek Outfitters, a small outfit based at Riverton. Matt had fallen in love with the Shoshone drainage of the Wind River Range of the Rockies.Old man Jake Johnston, who owned Lazy Creek, offered to sell it to Matt. He even carried some of the paper, so that the deal would go through. He.