It was also pretty cool cuz he has a big cock, had been taught how to use it, and he had a zillion credit cards to buy things with...perfect guy...lol...but it got a little hairy...and now I am happy, but I still think about that guy, a lot more often then I should..I drive by his house sometimes...and I can just feel that he is there somewhere...like a tenuous connection not broken by space or time...but we never had a serious type relationship...he was also a person that was always there for me when I needed someone for anything at all...I need to hide this body quick, and he woudl drive 6 hours to get there with a shovel ready when he popped out the door...for real...you never forget people like that regardless of circumstance...