I've got my soft sides, my hard sides; my insides, my outside - and a more than ample backside. I am not a 'what you see is what you get' kind of guy, because I am a bit of a puzzle, even unto myself.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Tranquility
The grave of a 12 year old boy, inscribed with his poem.
We meet in a corridor of the Day Centre for Disabled Adults where she was working and I had just started as a Caretaker. In no time at all we were making love on the Assistant Manager's desk (in his absence, I may add). That was about 15 years ago now.
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You have many good pictures Colin. Are you the photographer, and is that you and the missus in the pictures below this posting. Graffiti
No, she's still alive, and her name is Lynn, not Ralph chicken. Just joshing: no, that is a friend of mine. Good old digital cameras! ~ Colin
So how long have you and Lynn been together and how did you meet? Graffiti
We meet in a corridor of the Day Centre for Disabled Adults where she was working and I had just started as a Caretaker. In no time at all we were making love on the Assistant Manager's desk (in his absence, I may add). That was about 15 years ago now.
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