Date: Wed, 12 May 2010 12:52:22 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: Coming Out 2 I posted the first "Coming Out" story more than a year ago. I was surprised how many of you wrote to me about it so I didn't do another one, too much pressure to make it another good one. I'm not sure this one comes up to scratch but I'm sure you'll tell me. The first one only had a little sex in it and this one has even less, but as many of you know, I have loads of raunchy stories in nifty Prolific Net Authors. Enjoy. It has also occurred to me that I never talk about my characters using condoms, or any kind of safe sex procedures. Please, remember my stories are fiction. In the real world some STDs can be lethal so be safe. The usual nifty rules apply to this story. Coming Out 2 Was my whole world about to crumble around me? I had kept my secret hidden for so long and I guess I had either got tired of it or careless. I was not a bad person, but I was different. How? I was gay. Thirty years old and I had been in the closet since I was twelve, when I first realised that as my friends became aware of their bodies and started wondering about girls, I was wondering about boys. In almost every other respect I was like them. I played sport, I rough housed with the best of them. I took more care of my body than most spending too much time in the gym really. I wasn't a Muscle Mary but I sure had a great body. Even my straight, well I thought straight, friends would comment on it. I became a bit narcissistic. I would preen in front of my full length mirror, doing body builder poses. I took part in sport, sometimes I thought, just to be able to justify my existence in the changing rooms ogling gorgeous cocks as they swung freely on their way to the showers. Of course, I occasionally got caught scoping out my fellow players and accused of being queer. "Nah, I just need to keep making sure that all you ladies are lagging behind me in the cock stakes." It worked, and usually got a laugh. Yes, I was well blessed, hell I was better than well blessed, I sported a monster that looked good soft as well. My life on the surface was good, inside I was dying. As I got older it got worse. By the time I hit sixteen I wanted to die, all my friends were dating and experiencing first loves. They were all so happy, ok, some of them weren't getting any but they were making out with chicks of their choice. What I was doing was fielding questions about why I never dated. "I'm gay, and the guys I want to fuck are going with girls." Wouldn't that have been great if I could have said it? Spell `frustration', multiply it by a hundred and you have me all the way through high school. College is going to change all that. I'll be able to come out and have great sex with loads of like minded college guys. Wrong, college sex was very discreet trips to hotels that rented rooms by the hour and sex with kids I picked up off the streets. I guess every university town has these areas. Rich kids who couldn't openly express their sexuality would drop down to these areas, pick up a kid and go through the motions. Short term satisfaction, long term misery. Why was it so difficult to find a soul mate? College finished, new job, new town, no money problems. Great pad, a British built Aston Martin that had been my dream car forever. Dad had bought it for me as a present for obtaining a first class degree. Parents, I guess they were as good as they come. I could talk to Dad about anything as I grew up, except my sexuality. That remained in a cobalt lined box in my brain and slowly broke my heart. I had so much love in there, withering and dying because I had no one to share it with and a complete blank on how to change that. I started driving to the next town and doing the same as I had during my college days. Quick sex, paid for, no feelings, no loving, I might just as well have jacked of, it had about the same pleasure quotient. One day my knight in shining armour would come. Hell no he wouldn't. I wanted to be the knight in shining armour rescuing my great love from the wicked baron. Did it ever happen in real life or just in writer's imaginations? Did "Pretty Woman", stories ever happen in real life? If they did perhaps there was still hope for me. I guess if my job and my colleagues had not been so stimulating I would probably have ended up as a manic depressive, as it was I had a great social life and with some of Dad's money and my own high salary I lived in the lap of luxury. So this was me as I waved goodbye to my thirtieth birthday. I was an even six foot, weighing 170 lbs. with a small bone structure that meant my weight was mostly in my muscles. Well defined body with broad shoulders, slim waist and hips, nicely rounded butt, good strong legs with thigh muscles that made my genital area look good. I was about 4 ½ inches soft with a good ball sac that didn't go tight on me when I was erect. That was all topped off by light brown hair that turned almost white in the sunshine and grey eyes that I always thought were the wrong colour for the remainder of me. I was well tanned almost all year round because South Beach was my spiritual home. The normal crowd I ran with were going to some concert in New York that May and it didn't appeal to me, thank heavens, because that was the weekend my world changed. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sunning myself on South Beach on the Saturday and reading another Grisham novel, I couldn't get enough of him. So, I hardly noticed the boy who sat a few yards further along the beach from me until I took a break and went for a swim. On the way back up the beach I did notice him. Even with just his swim shorts on I could tell he was a vagrant. He looked scruffy and unkempt. I took in the pile of clothes and the scuffed shoes, the old backpack and the ratty towel he was lying on. Difficult to put an age on him because he looked so rough but my guess was late teens, early twenties. He was lying back with his eyes closed so I walked more towards him than to my own gear just to get a closer look. Better tan than mine, slim body, almost certainly undernourished. I tried to imagine it fed and fit and thought it would look good. He had almost black hair, long and wavy, good shape face and head. As I got closer I revised my age assessment downwards, get him a shave and a haircut and I reckoned mid to late teens. Curiosity started to take hold then, where was he from, was he really a vagrant or just being like so many teens nowadays, deliberately ratty to look at? No, the undernourished look scotched that idea. I sat back on my beach mat and took up my book again, but now I focussed on him, waiting for him to wake up again. Almost perfect timing, I wanted to go for lunch as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking round. "I was trying to decide whether I should wake you before I went to lunch. I thought you might burn if you stayed asleep for much longer." I was smiling as I said it. He looked at me for a full minute before replying. "Thanks, but I don't burn nowadays, I guess I'm used to long periods of exposure." I nodded, "Yeah, I was admiring your tan, pretty impressive." "Thanks." I didn't have enough experience chatting up guys so I was probably clumsy in my next try at conversation because I noticed him shut down on me. "Would you like to join me for lunch?" That definitely didn't come across right. "Why would you do that?" Bugger, how do I retrieve the situation, I wasn't looking to get into his pants, well not yet, I just wanted company for lunch. "I'm sorry, that sounded all wrong. I don't like to eat alone and my friends have all gone to New York for the weekend." He relaxed a little then and smiled. "Ok, I'd like that." Good, back on an even keel. "My car is parked close. We can throw our gear in it and just put shirts on for the restaurant." He nodded and slipped a T shirt on before stuffing everything else in the backpack. The car obviously impressed him and he became quite animated about it as we walked to a restaurant I knew on the front. I was surprised he knew so much about British cars, particularly Aston Martin's. He was quite shy as he told me he dreamt of owning a classic British sports car, preferably a very old Jaguar XK. I asked him which model and he was off. "Oh it would have to be the 150, Jaguar refined the lines from the previous model and increased the engine power as well." He went on for ages with the details, completely losing me but making me laugh. When we sat down I thought introductions should be made. I put out my hand and smiled as I spoke. "I'm Tim Hutton by the way." He took my hand and with a firm grip replied. "Oh, pleased to meet you Tim, I'm Kyle." I noted the no last name. I was only really hungry enough for a main course but guessing he would be hungry I ordered a light starter and a light main so that I could eat both. He ordered a substantial starter and then steak. Good, he needed it. I ordered fruit juice and so did he. The sweet menu looked mouth watering but if I had one I would have gone bang, so I ordered a small ice cream just to let him know really that it was ok for him to have one as well. Large portion of apple pie and cream. When we finished he looked like the cat that got the mouse. He was very polite thanking me for the meal, and his conversation through the meal was articulate and knowledgeable, but he kept away from personal stuff. We went back to the beach and sat close to one another chatting intermittently. Once lunch had time to settle we went for a swim, together. We chatted again afterwards and I started to get uncomfortable about the age thing. "How old are you Kyle?" He looked at me obviously deciding whether to tell me the truth. "How old do you think I am?" "Difficult, that's why I asked. When I first noticed you I thought late teens early twenties, then I downgraded it later to mid to late teens." "Why?" "When you were asleep you looked much younger." "Well I'm in the middle of your two, I'm late teens." I nodded. "Does that worry you?" I blushed a little because it did, if I was going to try to pick him up. So I got serious. "A little, I don't have any young friends but I have enjoyed talking to you and I would like to continue our day by inviting you to dinner as well when we leave the beach but I am wondering if that would be the right thing to do." "Why wouldn't it?" Christ this kid liked to put me on the spot didn't he? I tried to laugh it off by saying it would look like I was cradle snatching. "Thanks Tim, but I'm hardly a candidate for the cradle, and having a young friend isn't a crime." "Thanks Kyle, in that case, when we leave the beach would you like to come back to my apartment for a drink and then we can shower and dress for dinner?" He smiled then and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes please, I'm enjoying my day with you. I don't have any friends here, young or old." I so wanted to quiz him about his situation, but I didn't want to put him off. I had a large apartment in the town centre, close to the business sector so that I could comfortably walk to work. Underground secure parking meant I never worried about the Aston. He was impressed with it after I had shown him round. My guess was that everything he owned was in the back pack but I said nothing about it. I took him into the second bedroom, like mine it was en-suite and told him he could shower and change here and I would see him in the lounge when he was ready. I did the same, dressing in a polo shirt and tailored chinos with moccasins on my feet. My assumption about his status was confirmed when he joined me. His clothes were clean, but that was about all you could say about them. "What would you like to drink Kyle? Alcohol is on the menu if you would like a beer or spirit." "Thanks Tim, a beer would go down well after all that sun." We sat drinking and I was back to fencing, I still couldn't say what I wanted to for fear of puting him off. He wasn't nearly as reticent and I later learnt why. He was always being hit on. "Why did you really ask me to lunch Tim, it wasn't because you didn't like eating alone was it?" I blushed again and couldn't look him straight in the eyes. "No, two reasons, my Good Samaritan side came out, I could see you looked a bit undernourished, and I thought you looked very attractive. You are very easy on the eye, and over lunch I realised very easy to talk to despite our age difference, hence the dinner invitation." "So, where do we go from here?" I was surprised he was looking for something more. So I looked at him then to try guessing what he expected. "I don't know, I guess that will be up to you, but you get dinner if you will still join me." He laughed then, a very pleasant gentle laugh. "Oh yes Tim that's no problem, I never turn down a meal nowadays." We still hadn't really sorted anything but dinner was very pleasant and he had to come back to the apartment for his backpack. We had a night cap and coffee and I asked him if there was anywhere I could drop him. He looked a little cockeyed at me before speaking. "Come on Tim, we've been fencing all day, but you know I'm a vagrant, don't you? I'm just going to walk into the park and find a bench to crash out on." "I'm sorry Kyle, yes, I knew, but I didn't want to embarrass you. I've really enjoyed today and if we hadn't been fencing I'm sure I would have enjoyed it even more." "Yeah, me too." "Will you join me tomorrow as well then?" "Sure, where and when?" "How about here for breakfast, and to save you travelling time, why don't you sleep in the bedroom you changed in?" I was grinning as I said it, but he went all serious. "I'd like that very much, a soft bed would be worth almost anything as payment." Wow, what an opening, but if I took it I would be back to where I had been a hundred times before. A quick fuck and then nothing. "That's settled then. Would you like to watch a late movie if we can find one worth watching?" "Mmm, yes please that sounds good." Good it was, and then much to his surprise I left him at his bedroom door with just an "Everything you need toilet wise is in your bathroom cabinet, help yourself. Good night Kyle, see you in the morning." I spent a lot of time thinking about him before finally getting off to sleep. I showered and shaved in the morning and dressed in shorts and a T shirt before hitting the kitchen. I wasn't really human in the mornings until after my first coffee so a filter went on straight away. I guess Kyle had similar tastes because as the filter finished he appeared dressed in just a ratty old pair of boxers but showered and clean shaven, he really did look too young to be here and I wondered if he had been telling me the truth. "Good morning lovely boy, did you sleep well?" A hard look and then he replied. "Yes thanks Tim. Why did you call me lovely boy?" I blushed, the words had just come out because all clean and fresh I realised he actually was gorgeous. "Oops, sorry, but all shaved and showered you actually are." He grinned then. "Thanks Tim, nobody has ever called me something that nice before." "Well they should have done, I bet with a makeover you would be stunning." I don't think he quite knew how to take me but I was still surprised by his reply. "Well, I'm not too proud to let you find out if you want to." His look of defiance at being so bold was shadowed by the uncertainty in his eyes. I walked up to him, took both of his hands in mine and looked him in the eyes. "I want to stop fencing with you Kyle. I enjoyed your company immensely yesterday and I would like to spoil you today and be with you all day. I'm not poor and I like buying friends things, so, I would like to take you for a makeover and buy you a set of clothes to wear out for lunch and dinner again. There is no demand on you to do anything except keep me company like you did yesterday. Does that sound ok?" He nodded and searched my face, obviously to see if he could read anything into my words from my expression. Sunday, or not, we found a unisex salon open and Kyle had a makeover. It was fun to watch him being pampered and when the finished article stood in front of me I gasped. He was better than just a lovely boy. He was drop dead gorgeous. Next was a men's shop and I bought him a pack of Calvin Klein's that he liked and a complete outfit of dress shirt, tailored chino's and moccasin's like I wore. Now he really did look good, but even younger than before. "Are you really eighteen Kyle? You just look so young now." He laughed and fished in his pocket producing a driver's permit. He was nineteen not eighteen and I noticed he was from Georgia, so only one state further north. We were strolling back towards the car and curiosity killed the cat. "Why are you roughing it on South Beach, Kyle, you look too good to be a long term vagrant?" He didn't look at me he just replied in a matter of fact voice. "Parents cut off my college funding and threw me out because I didn't conform to my Dad's vision of what he wanted me to be." No elaboration so I left it. We followed much the same routine as the Saturday after that and he stayed the night again. The next morning I had a dilemma. I needed to go to work and didn't want to throw him out, but could I leave him in the apartment while I was away. "What are you going to do with your day Kyle? I have to go to work and should be back here again about five." "Can I leave my good clothes here for the day? I'll hit the labour corner and try to sort something out for later before picking them up again." "What do you mean `the labour corner'?" "Oh, there is a corner back from the beach where contractors pick up casual labour for day work. The pay isn't great, and I don't always get work, but I just about keep body and soul together with the money I make. If I don't get picked I spend the day on the beach." That sounded like a precarious existence so I gave him my cell number and told him to call me if he was on the beach and we could meet for lunch. Also, he could leave his clothes no problem. I didn't see him again until about six he rang my entry `phone. He looked dusty and tired when he came in, but he was smiling and his eyes were shining. "You must be good luck for me Tim, I got a full day's work at quite a good rate." I grinned at him. "Great, go and clean up and then you can join me for a drink." He was glowing when he joined me about half an hour later, he quite patently enjoyed working. "Ok, so what did you do all day?" "Construction site and the site manager wanted a load of statistical data taken down and then analysed. He found out I was an ex college man and used me. I spent time on site taking down statistics and then time in the office on the computer working them. The manager has asked me to go back tomorrow if I would like to. Hey, it's good Tim, I don't know how long it will last but I might be able to save a little money if it goes on." He was so happy I wanted to hug him, fuck it, I did. I stroked his back as I talked. "I'm so pleased for you." His eyes were shining as I let him go and looked at him, still holding him at arm's length. "Is there anything I can do to help you on your way with this?" "It would be great if I could stay here for a little while Tim. I can look clean and smart in the mornings which might help me turn this into a proper job." I beamed. "I agree, and why don't we hit the mall and see if we can pick up some work clothes for you?" "Can't afford it yet Tim, but as soon as I can I will." "My treat, let me spoil you a little." "You already have, but thanks, I'll pay you back." "You already have, and there is no payback." He looked confused then. "What do you mean, I already have?" "Look around you Kyle, do you see any evidence of dual occupancy here? I like having company. You are good for my psyche. Come on, let's go and shop." I didn't go overboard, but he had some good basic work clothes by the time we got back. I ordered Pizza delivery and we pigged out in front of the TV. I realized I was happy. Third night in a row and he was seriously confused that I hadn't taken advantage of him. He knocked on my door as I settled into my bed for a read before turning out the light. He was wearing a pair of his new CKs, and I could have eaten him. He sat on the edge of my bed. "Tim, why are you doing all this for me?" "Because I really like having you around, and like you more each day, and you aren't a sponger Kyle, you obviously want to make your own way in the world." "I'm sorry Tim, there has to be more to it than that. Please tell me the truth." I couldn't look at him as I replied, waiting for the explosion. "Everything I have said is true, but I more than like you, I would like to make love to you as well, sometime. If you aren't gay it will make no difference to your tenure here, you will still be welcome to stay and I will help you all I can." The reply wasn't what I expected. "So I can make myself at home here and bring my girlfriend here as well if I want to?" I blanched at that, it wasn't what I was hoping for but I did like him and I didn't feel so lonely with him around to look after. I looked up at him and his eyes were full of mischief. "Yeah, I guess." "But you'll be very disappointed because you want me to sleep with you." I had to back off and lighten it because I genuinely didn't want him to leave. "Hell no, I want you to come to bed with me, but once you were in it sleep is the last thing I would want to do." Happiness wouldn't even come close to my feelings at his next action. He stood up, peeled his CK's off and hopped under the covers with me. "You have to let me have some sleep or I won't be fit for work in the morning." He was grinning, but I got serious as I planted a soft kiss on his lips. "You can have all the sleep you like. Tonight let's just cuddle, we can talk about this tomorrow and maybe do more, ok?" He looked puzzled then. "I thought you wanted to ravage my body." "Oh, I do." I said, grinning, "But I want a relationship, not a quick fuck. Let's take it slowly, I want this to last." He nodded but I could see he was confused. I wasn't worried, we cuddled and I slept the sleep of the good. I think both of us were a little surprised that for the next few days nothing changed. His job did appear to be developing into something semi permanent. We made out a little in bed before sleeping, both naked and both erect, but I didn't take it any further. We got to the weekend and he came in on the Friday waving a wad of money at me. "Look at that Tim, and I'm on the payroll from Monday. Will you take this to pay for my clothes and my keep?" More and more I liked this boy, he was definitely not a sponger and showed me respect for what I was doing for him. "No, but what we can do is open a bank account for you to deposit it in, then you can get your pay by check or direct transfer, much safer than carrying a load of cash around." "But I should pay you for looking after me." "I don't want to argue with you over this so can we leave discussing payment until we see how the job goes?" "Ok, but I don't expect a free ride." "No problem, you can do odd jobs for me, like cleaning my car, how does that sound?" He laughed, "That will be an act of love and lust, there will probably be drool all over it." That had me laughing as well, but more importantly, it removed the tension from the atmosphere. That night I thought we could go a little further in our relationship so kisses and cuddles turned into a mutual jack off session. He felt good to touch down below. A good size circumcised cock with a neat ball sac. His hand on mine felt good as well. I guess we were both horny because there was an awful lot of cum when we had both orgasmed. Lots of laughter at the mess we had made and then another happy sleep. I felt this was the right pace, a bedroom courtship. Kyle was comfortable with my approach as well. He knew I wanted more from our relationship than a quick fuck. Nothing exciting at the weekend, if you don't consider me taking Kyle with me to the gym and to meet my friends as being exciting. Of course there were a ton of questions because now that he was all cleaned up and dressed well he looked younger than his nineteen years. I told them the truth, but I was just a little sparing with it. I wanted them to get used to him and to like him before they got the bombshell. We had picked up all new sweats and gym gear for him which didn't go unnoticed. Monday we got Kyle his bank account and Calvin, who was probably my best friend at work, guessed that I had kitted Kyle out. "Everything he had on was brand new Tim, so what is he, some vagrant you picked up while we were in New York?" "Yes, and he's staying with me, does that shock you?" I had bitten the bullet now. I was happy with Kyle, if my friends couldn't live with that I wouldn't worry about it. My job was safe because I was bloody good at it so I didn't feel threatened. "Not really Tim, you're a bloody good looking guy, but never have a girlfriend. I guess I've thought you might be gay for ages so this doesn't surprise me or worry me." "Thanks Calvin, Kyle is special so I'm pleased he isn't going to wreck our friendship." The rest of the guys felt the same, no trauma for me, I was so pleased. I watched how they reacted to Kyle when we hit the gym during the week and when we went out for drinks. He was with me all the time and appeared to be quite happy with my crowd, who were, naturally, older than him. On the home front we had progressed to blowjobs and that was great, I loved to play with his lower region. Sucking his cock left both hands free to play with his balls and stroke his butt, worrying his rosebud but not penetrating it. That would come, I hoped, as a natural progression. The next big hurdle was for Kyle to meet my parents. I usually tried to get away early on a Friday once a month and drive up the coast to South Carolina where they lived, and I had grown up. First though, I needed to chat with Kyle to see if he could get away early the next week. No problem, then a chat with Dad. "I'm coming up for the weekend Dad if that's ok with you and Mum." "Of course Son, we'd love to see you." "Just one thing Dad. I would like to bring a young friend with me." "That's no problem Tim, we have plenty of space here." So far so good, do I tell him now to make sure it's really ok, or hope they will accept Kyle as my friend and sort out the relationship in their own time? I picked the latter. Not really cowardly, just more practical I thought. I let Kyle drive the Aston, he was like a dog with two tails, he gushed almost all the way. I could understand why, I had owned the car for eight years and still got a real thrill out of driving it. Mum and Dad were a little surprised at how young he looked and we both got a bit of a grilling. I felt as much honesty as possible was the best way forward and it worked. The only thing Kyle hedged on was why his parents had thrown him out. I still didn't know the answer to that one. I did wonder if it was because he was gay, but I still didn't like to interrogate him, I was too happy with our relationship to rock the boat. Successful weekend and I drove home, because it was dark and I didn't want to put Kyle through that kind of pressure. Mum and Dad had plenty to think about, I had made it clear that I thought a lot of my new young friend. "I like your Mum and Dad, Tim, I bet they won't be any problem if you want to tell them you are gay." "You're probably right Kyle, but it will be even easier if they have got used to you and like you as well." "So they're going to see me again are they?" I looked up at him and he was grinning. "I think there's a good chance. Of course it will depend on me puting up with you for another month." I was grinning as well and it was his turn to get serious. He moved in close to me and nuzzled my neck before speaking. "I hope you will, I rather like living with you. You are good for me and to me Tim. You won't mind if I fall in love with you will you?" I moved him out to arms length so that I could look in his eyes. "No Baby, I `d like it very much if you fell in love with me." There wasn't much more to say after that, the parameters were set, we were going to fall in love and that meant commitment and my dream coming true. I had been the knight in shining armour rescuing my new love, not from the wicked baron but from vagrancy and an uncertain future. Kyle started community college and progressed in his job, initially doing data entry and analysis and then he moved on to project management. He studied building and property maintenance and project management at college getting diplomas but not a degree. "The degree will take too long Tim and the boss thinks my diplomas will stand me in just as good stead." The next weekend we went to see my parents I dropped a brick. I called Kyle, Darling, without thinking. Mum looked a little shocked, but Dad was great. "I guess that explains why we don't have a daughter-in-law or any grandchildren. I hope you are going to look after Kyle if, as it seems, this is a serious relationship." "Yes Dad, it's serious on both our parts. Sorry Mum, no patter of tiny feet unless we move to a house and get a puppy." "Well I won't pretend I'm not disappointed, I would have liked grandchildren to spoil." Mum smiled then as she addressed Kyle, "But having another son as nice as you Kyle is consolation enough I guess." Kyle beamed, "Thank you Mrs. Hutton." "Oh tosh, I think you had better call us Mum and Dad." Two happy guys returned to Miami on the Sunday and I did start looking for a house. We needed to be able to spread our wings more and I had always wanted a dog. Oh yes, Kyle and I did take the big step and go all the way with our sex. I found out that I quite liked being a bottom occasionally so it was a very varied scene in our bedroom at nights. For his 24th. Birthday I bought him a Jaguar XK150. It took quite a lot of our savings on top of the new house but he was like me with the Aston, it was a great thrill. A good side effect of that was my Aston always looked immaculate because he washed and polished both cars every week. Tosca Diant Highlight was the other member of our family by then. A British Golden Labrador with a Kennel Club pedigree about a mile long. We all loved him to pieces and he was one very spoilt dog, be it at home or my parents. It was a long time coming but eventually Kyle told me why his parents stopped his college fund and threw him out. I was absolutely bowled over. I couldn't believe parents were able to be that petty. Kyle's father was an attorney and Kyle had refused point blank to study law. His father had told him if he didn't change his college course after the first year that was it. He told his father he thought lawyers were all shysters and he didn't want to be associated with them. "He actually was a shit, Tim, he provided for Mum and I very well, but you could see we were trophy wife and son for him, something to parade around and preen, `look at my beautiful wife and my brilliant son.' Do it my way or take the highway was his attitude, so you saw what I did." He wasn't worried now but it was hard for him to start with. "I'm lucky, if Dad hadn't thrown me out I wouldn't have found you. I love you so much Tim, I'm so lucky." Well, I was too. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I'm toying with a third one, but it is based on a true life event and I'm not very clever with those. So, don't hold your breath.