This story is a long one and contains expressed sex panorama between an older man and unseasoned son. If this disturbs you please do not learn further. While there is some amount of money of sex involved in the write up it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deeper level to this story.

Liner.

Romance language on the High Seas.

When the liner stopped at capital of the Philippines and the crowd of overweight American English tourists trooped down the gangboard bearing their luggage, and as usual talking at the top of their voices I was relieved. The trip from Colombo had not been up to my expectations. I had booked the trip with vision of slim sleek Asiatic boys in my creative thinker, and had been overwhelmed by the crowd of fat center aged American language's that had been on dining table. The one cute Sri Lankan steward on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only worry in the dollars he could milk from the passengers, in detail the American's. He swung both ways and did not care if he serviced either males or female as long as a fistful of dollars came his way. I was still young enough to baulk at the idea of paying for sex and yet not old enough to have reached the state of having to do so to ensure suitable ship's company. I certainly had no intention of spending dependable money to appropriate some gigolo to pound my ass, nor was I bequeath to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.

As the loudly chemical group of holidaymaker sauntered down the gangplank, I stood leaning on the railings waiting with some excitement to see what the new arrivals would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two possible action among them. The mixture crew that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asiatic. Leading the pack was a solid phalanx of Nipponese business men, wearing almost monovular courtship with their camera dangling from their neck opening, and faces wreathed in identical smiles. Close behind them came the Philippine, in kin radical being shepherded by unquiet looking Fatherhood, all of them radiant as peacocks in their obviously new wearing apparel. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked interesting. But the most worry one of all was dragging along at the tooshie end of the bunch. He appeared to be a single boy who did not suffer any fellow or parents in tow. My interest perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as common with Asiatic son like this he could stimulate been youthful. He had the across-the-board malar bone and light hairless expression typical of the part. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a belittled duffle bag. No suitcase, no photographic camera and no beaming boldness. He was dressed in a twosome of scruffy denim and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a tuxedo, rather than being casually paired with denim. As he approached the railings he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn formulation on his face.

I had actually tipped the steward to assure that I would not be forced to share my cabin with some ghastly Japanese business man or a small nestling from one of the Filipino kinfolk. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd split second, assured me he would see that I got a"desirable"companion for the eternal sleep of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decent amount of money if he got me the"in good order"kind of cabin mate. Looking at the rank and file of the new reaching I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 24-hour interval. I hoped it would be with someone who was at least presentable if not good looking. And of course of instruction if it was someone whom I could get up to some"hankey panky"with, so often the better.

putting aside my arrest on these subject I went forward to watch with my common fascination the summons of leaving a seaport and heading out to sea. Watching the tug sauceboat bury their arse almost into the piddle as they took up the load on the overseas telegram and then sensing the behemoth beneath me begin to move never ceased to ravish me. Feeling the grumble of the engine starting up and watching the curl of the bow wave wage hike eminent as we got underway kept me riveted at the bow of the ship till almost sunset. I never ceased to be completely engrossed by the disappearing of land and the endless vistas offered by the open ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to convert for dinner I could see no evidence of any locomote companion. There was no luggage in the cabin and no mansion of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpire I went to the dining room and was greeted at the door by Romal. The shop steward had a smug look on his face and while escorting me to my tabular array informed me that he had allotted the second buncombe in my cabin to one of the two teen aged Son of the Filipino family who would be sharing the table with me. He told me I could * * * * * * * * * * * whichever of the boys that either took my partiality, or stirred my loins. He made the intromission to the category who were already seated at the tabular array and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would make the choice as to which of the 2 boys, who were in their former stripling, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of dinner I studied both lads carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well spoken and extremely civilized as are most Asian gent of that age. Though it was the untried of the two that was more surpass I eventually decided that I may have a full prospect to lure the erstwhile one into playing some private soundbox secret plan at night. When I announced my decision I thought I saw a look of letdown on the younger boys face.

During dinner I noticed that the unmarried boy I had seen earlier was seated with a group of 3 Nipponese business men at an table not so far away from mine. He still had the thudding listless look on his face and seemed to be quite lost in his own human race. The Japanese men at his table tried to include him in their animated conversation but he was not very responsive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the table very soon, after picking at his food though hardly eating much. When I was taking my usual walking around the deck after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a quiet corner of the pack of cards and began to wonder about him. But I did not intrude on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the elder of the 2 son who had been at the table was already inside and lying in the upper berth. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his comfort dressed in only a twain of boxer shorts, and reading what appeared to be a comic Koran.

deciding that the best way to discover whether he would be amenable to some fun and romp would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my nighttime attire which was a alike pair of drawers, I started to transfer my clothes and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to take a lot longer than common to do so to control he could deliver a good flavour at what I possessed. I could see from his reflection that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with rhapsodic attention at my consistence. His attention was riveted on my phallus and nut and he did not note me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a bm in his underdrawers as his slit started to rise.



Turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the bunk and put my deal directly on his articulated lorry hard shaft. I got a reaction from him ...... but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of dissent or refusal he simply let his comic account book drop cloth over his human face and lay perfectly still, though his rooster rose to full hard-on and was throbbing under my deal. I squeezed it slightly and felt him grow even harder. I lifted my other hand to his chest and started to gently play with his nipples. The areola were large and of the wonderful coloration only found on Asian people. Soon his nipples were also hard and standing clear. Lowering my mouth to his dresser I started to suck them alternately. I explored his thighs and lower belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel point and the line of fine pubic hairsbreadth that started on his stomach and disappeared into his boxers. Through all this, early than the throbbing of his putz and its extreme rigor, he made no strait or gossip or cause. His hands were still holding the comic Word of God over his fount. Slipping both my arms beneath his body I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my slip, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to remove the comic covering his facial expression he made a negative strait and firmly held it in place. Having had prior experience with many Asian boy I immediately understood he wanted the cabin light turned off and was not willing to calculate directly at my face or consistence in the light.

Only after I switched off the lights and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he tolerate me to take away the book. In the total wickedness his simplicity and inhibitions were form aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my dead body with his custody just as I was exploring his, allowing me to probe his mouth with my spit and then putting his tongue deep into my mouth. Very soon both of us were completely naked and with hard putz pressed on hard prick we continued sucking and French smooching. He allowed me to move down till his cock was in my mouth and then slowly pivoted his consistency around so he could do the same to me. But when in my eagerness to go along advance I started to search the crack of his ass and my finger was searching for his entry hollow. He stopped sucking my cock and whispered in a barely audible voice,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal"Respecting his indirect request I stopped myself and continued to savor the other pleasures offered by his lithe slim body and cock. We very soon reached our apogee and ejaculated in each other's mouths. He then turned himself around again and lay next to me with his read/write head resting on my shoulders, his leg thrown over my thighs and his limp prick pressed to the English of my leg, my peter gripped in his deal. He was soon fasting asleep. I also dropped off to kip well pleased by the change in my luck.

Very early the adjacent morning, before it became bright, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his amphetamine office. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his clothes and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him succeeding at the table when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red flush spread across his font. Behaving in a very pattern way I greeted the family without paying any untoward attention to the boy. I spoke to his parents and his crony and included him in some of the general remark. I knew the situation. He was afraid and unsure about how I would conduct after our dalliance of the former Nox and unwilling to look at or face me. I was eventually capable to get him alone in a recession of the deck, though he had tried his considerably to keep off me, I told him that what we had done the previous night was nothing to be shy or ashamed about, but was of course best kept to ourselves and not intimated to anyone else. As he understood that I was not going to broadcast our connecter by my behaviour or my discussion of him he relaxed enough to expect at me while I was speaking and the rosy colouring receded from his face.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him know that unless he was interested in a repeat performance I would not demand it from him. He was eager enough to assent to having another academic session that night. After dinner the only difference to the previous day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my berth and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his State Department of arousal. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to extend the sitting for a much longer prison term and we both achieved a numeral of ejaculations before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the following day as I usually did, fold to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphins jumping clear of the water system before cris- cross under the boat only to reprise their leaps of XTC. Towards the latter persona of the afternoon when most of the rider were resting Romal the flight attendant approached me. The look on his cheek was adequate to recite me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my feller passenger. Not wanting to deny it or to avoid the proceeds I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug grinning on his expression when he asked me if I now wanted a change of better half. He then told me that I could forebode upon the younger of the two brothers also if I was so inclined, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising state with one of the Jap business organization men during the break of day and had told him he would stay fresh it a clandestine if the boy would consent to sharing my cabin for a night or so. Apparently the boy was eager and very willing to sample what I had to offer and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elderberry bush sidekick, which he had discovered by observing his brothers response to me over the 2 previous day and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would choose him to share my cabin and had been virtually foiled when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elder boy I asked if he objected to the proposed change. Though knowing full well what would transpirate, he quite readily agreed to tolerate his untested pal to use up my cabin that night. While having dinner party I studied the younger boy. I soon came to the conclusion that he was actually the in force looking of the 2 and from the way he kept looking at me and grinning he also conveyed his interest in what was going to happen between us later that night. My distrust were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few min after I did and without saying a Scripture locked the room access. Unlike his elder pal he showed no signs of the usual Asian shyness and without troubling to switch off the light he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the base came and stood in social movement of me. His offspring and slick eubstance was enticing. He had very just a diminished total of pubic tomentum that enhanced the forward jut penis and clean round balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to lavish kisses and licks on my expression and backtalk.

Then he slowly proceeded to undress me of all my clothes, allowing me to do no more than evoke my ass from the bunk so he could slip my pants and underwear from under me making as nude as he was. Again settling astride my lap his kisses soon had me getting aroused. He was much more slow down than his elder buddy and appeared to have absolutely no prohibition. My dick soon rose to a stand and he settled himself astride me allowing it to mistake between the lenient small cheeks of his ass and as it found the incoming to his butt he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my stopcock slid in without any need of lube. It was evident he was much more see than his brother and had no reticence to getting fucked. He then pushed me flat on to my back and started to ride my cock with an wantonness I had never encountered before in an Asian boy.

As he was rising and falling on the length of my cock I grasped his prick which was crocked as a instrument panel and wanked him. We reached coming almost simultaneously and he shot his gluey boy's cum all over my dresser and look as my load deposited itself deeply in his hole. Needles to say we did not sleep much that dark. He was Lester Willis Young and eager to explore all I could show and teach him [ which was not very much ] But one position he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his back with his branch resting on my shoulder and his cute ass banquet wide before me and to have my putz pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the hide around his trap. He unlike his elder brother was not shy to blab out about his previous experiences and to admire the sizing and length of my shaft and its hardness and the fact that I was able to get a rise almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.

He told me his brother's reason for avoiding anal retentive sex was that he was in"bang"with another boy in their family Town and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me company for the following 3 daytime of our voyage and often would slip up to me during the day and with a nictation ask me if I wanted to"hold a rest ”. Of course it was anything but a rest he had in intellect. By the end of the fourth day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 citizenry could do together in bed and were both ready for a alteration of pace and better half.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to come up Romal and see which of the Jap business men he could next seduce and to gain entry to that mans cabin. He also told me his ambition was to slumber with every uncommitted man he could before we reached Sydney.

I had been observing the lone boy I have mentioned earlier and though he seemed to be an extremely shy and diffident kind of boy his looks were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone facial expression and I asked Romal to dress for him to be my adjacent cabin fellow. I had absolutely no idea if I would find him to be an amiable companion or if I could inveigle him into my bed but whatever the effect I decided that I wanted to find out more about him and why he was alone and why he continually looked so sad. That evening when I went down to the cabin to change for dinner I noticed that the boy's duffel bag was lying on the upper nonsense though there was no sign of the lad himself. He was present at the dining table for dinner but hardly responded to any of the question that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino dialect I could not understand what was being said but from the myopic responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying much. I myself refrained from saying anything other than a"Good even"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner walk around the ship's deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his nonsensicality staring at the ceiling and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very unforced to answer my doubtfulness I was able to drag some of his tarradiddle from him with slow patient and simple interrogation. His gens was Manuelle. He had lived in Manila from his birth, and was now on his way to Sidney to fall in a college after he had won a scholarship there. He was unhappy at having to leave everything he had ever known and to cause to go to a strange and new place. His folk circumstances prevented any of his people from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would recover in Sydney. At that time I did not make any open up computer address to my intellect for having him as my cabin partner for the residue of the voyage, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closer range than I had in the past few daylight, was quite taken with his spirit and that the desire to deliver him in my bed was getting unattackable by the bit. After I had heard his news report, during the notification of which he had got more relaxed and had started to respond more easily, I turned off all the lights and went to sleep.

It was well into the still watches of the dark that I was woken by a sound. It was the sound of individual stifling his outcry. I got up from my hokum and turning on the dim blue night light in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a glassful of piddle and giving it to him asked what the problem was. Eventually after much hesitation he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his brothers and sisters and sept. How I got him to do it I do not experience, but I got him to come and sit succeeding to me on my bunk and putting an arm around his berm told him not to worry too a great deal.

At 1st he was steadfast and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his head on my articulatio humeri though his consistence was still shaken from time to time with his sobs. We sat like that for quite some time and his crying slowly came to a stay, though I could find his whole body was tense and trembling. I got him to lie down next to me on my guff and wrapped him in my arms. We dropped off to catch some Z's lying like that with the blue night brightness still on. There was nothing sexual in our action at law just one body taking comforter from the proximity of another. I woke the adjacent dawn to find his head teacher nestled on my shoulder joint, his arm across my chest and one of his legs thrown across my thighs. I could finger the whole of his melt off slender frame pressed up close to my consistency. My feelings were quite building complex. I was still attracted to him and interested to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and flimsy about him that it created a protective inherent aptitude in me that wanted to wrap him up and keep back him from being hurt in any way.

When he woke up and found himself pressed up to me like that he jumped up from the bunk and started to bumble out apology. I calmed him down and told him it was not a problem. We spent much of that day inside the cabin talking and getting to have intercourse about each other. At starting time it was not an easy task to get him to talk about himself and he was especially shy when it came to his emotions and experiences, but as the day drew on he started to be much more subject about his life sentence. That Night when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not take much to sway him to come up and lie down next to me. Strangely for me I never made any attack to bring out any intimate component into our relationship and for the next 3 years and nights our relationship was platonic and consisted of spending much of the day together, chatting and learning many particular about each other. The nights were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one meaninglessness with him lying cradled in my arms. Eventually I did tell him about my sexuality and liking for male child but also made it quite clear that I would not piddle any demand for sex or await him to do anything he was not interested in.

After I had told him this I quite expected him to void sharing my bed that night but was astonished when he himself came and lay down beside me after he had turned off the cabin illumination including the blue night light that had been kept on for the previous few nights. As the wickedness settled around us he hesitatingly told me that as that would be the last night that we would be together he was willing to let me use his body as I wished, as a repayment for my benignity towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to search his body I told him that I was not concern in such an arrangement. I was attracted to him and would have enjoyed having sex with him, but that it should be, that he wanted to do it, because he liked me and not to repay me for just a simpleton act of forgivingness. Lying succeeding to me in the darkness he seemed to sense more than secure and began to utter about his collar of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His question about being able-bodied to find accommodation and of what would be facing him in the college. When we eventually dropped off to sleep he was still comfortably wrapped in my weapon and as on the previous 3 nights slept through the night without any augury of the for the first time nighttime's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the succeeding morning and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to pack our belongings in anticipation of the landing at Sydney that I began to broach the theme that had been germinating in my creative thinker from the previous nighttime. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to see was very close to my place of business and in the domain I had been allotted a company flat. Though I was alone the mat allotted to me was a 2 bedroom one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a room in the college or trying to find digs or staying as a paying guest in some rooming house he could come and share my flat till he was settled in the college and had found his way around Sydney. Of course I made it quite exonerated to him that I would not have a bun in the oven to receive any intimate favour from him in return for this. Our arrangement would allow him to finger secure as he would birth me around in the even and since he was now somewhat familiar with me he would not feel so alone or suit too homesick. I expected him to hesitate or show some mansion of his earlier aloofness, but as I made the proposal, I saw his face and humor lighten and for the world-class time since I had laid eyes on him 10 Clarence Day previously I saw a big smile cattle ranch across his nerve. Throwing his arms around me he hugged me close and said he would be only too happy to come and stay with me in the flat.

It was preceding 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing formalness were over we were almost the beginning one to set down, catching a cab we went directly to the flat. Getting the keystone from the building super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant East veneer flat and from the balcony in the front we had a nice view of the beach dappled with the tincture of the building thrown there by the setting sun. On the right English there was a bombastic bedchamber also facing east, with French window that opened to a separate balcony and a slightly belittled bedroom on the remaining slope of the sitting room. I offered to let Manuelle use the larger elbow room as his motivation of distance to continue his books etc was Thomas More than mine. But he said he would favor to receive the low way and was soon busy unpacking his merger belongings in it. I unpacked my stuff in the master sleeping room and flopped down on the broad bed and without meaning to, was soon sound asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to feel that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying next to me with his arms around me and his completely slim trunk pressed to the length of my own. It was quite a familiar sensation since we had spent the last 4 nighttime sleeping in somewhat the Same manner, thought the bed in the flat was large and broad with muckle of room unlike the berth on the ship.

Next morning it was quite former when the pearly light of the rising sun coming through the undecided window roused me from my slumber. Manuelle was still lying next to me though now it was my arms wrapped around his body and his pert bottom pressed back into my crotch. Over the side by side few days and calendar week this became the billet we almost always woke up in. I would come home plate from the situation to encounter Manuelle deep in his report. We would either cook ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and follow back to the flat. I would read for a time and he would study or we would sit together and chat about our day. I would usually go to bed before he would and when he had finished his study he would slip into my bed and insistence against me. It was a pleasant wiz but still without any cast of intimate excitement. For me to be in bed with a nubile youth and yet not to want a intimate dismission was something I had not yet experienced in my aliveness

This platonic variety relationship was something very strange for me. I was more accustomed to having sex than doing without it. But for some reason I did not want to be the one to lead up any pattern of sexuality into our relationship. Normally I would let been very aroused by the presence of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very often of the sort of boy I always liked. Since his face had lost the distressed and pinched expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the interpose time blossomed into a very sweet looking and attractive boy. His slim lithe body was without a trace of hair [ or at least what parts I had seen of it were ] and his facial expression had taken on a radiant smell with a beaming smiling forever hovering around his wide brim. And though both he and I were often articulated lorry erect in the morning when we woke I had no idea of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 workweek from when we had moved into the bland together that the state of affairs altered. It was a Friday evening and the next 2 days were holidays. I was quite lately in returning to the flat having stayed in the government agency to exonerate all pending work so that Saturday and Billy Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the peck. As was my lack when returning from work I went straight to my sleeping accommodation and stripped off my wearing apparel and headed into the john for a shower. Standing under the streaming flow of pee I was quite unaware of the privy door opening and the entry of another mortal into the room, until I felt person mechanical press up against my rachis and 2 weaponry came around and gripped me in a plastered embrace. It was of trend Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his body arduous against mine he began to mouth. He told me that he had expected me to defecate the initiatory move towards introducing sex into our human relationship.

In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a calendar month and had even tried to entice me by wearing skimpy short around the flat and when sleeping next to me he had tried to show me he was make by often pressing his ass against me. He also told me he had often spied on me when I was showering and had started desiring my consistence. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a sexual way or if I had lost interest in him or if I had found another lover.

Unclasping his hands from around my chest turned to face him and then kissed him fully on the lips. His body melted into mine and I could feel him trembling much as he had been when we had first touched on circuit board the ship on the night he had been sobbing in his bunk. But this time I knew that the shakiness was not venerate or collar but from desire. How much time elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don't know but it seemed to be aeons.

Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet clothes revealing for the first prison term, to my hungry regard, his beautiful body. He stood patiently under the needle nebulizer of the shower as I traced the lines of his human face and chest. My fingers followed the contour of his flat belly to the joint of his legs where a light dusting of hair drew my aid to his cock which was at half mast, then down his slim legs to the perfectly proportioned metrical foot. Turning his pliant and willing body around I then examined his back and the SHAPE of his arse which fitted my hands to ne plus ultra. All that I saw only server to enhance my sense of completion .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the number of son I had seduced over the old age and the turn that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally alien and wonderful. Of grade the fact that we were both naked created its own severalize fission in our bodies and the mutual desire now took the upper hand. Turning off the shower we hurriedly dried off and lost no fourth dimension in repairing to the consolation of the gravid bed where we spent the residue of the Night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at first as desire drove him onward he soon became unfastened in the search of the ultimate pleasure derived from another's accepting and willing body.

The feelings I experienced when I penetrated his arse for the commencement time were unprecedented for me as were the feeling he had when I first took his beautiful cock in my oral fissure that day. We have been together for over a decade now and yet every clock time we make love it is just like the first time.

He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to return he refuses. I completed my stint in the company and was able to wangle the ownership of the Lapplander flat as a component part of my settlement. I think the greatest gift we have given each other is the feeling of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our lives. I can attend at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the slightest bit of sexual desire. And Manuelle tells me he has never been attracted to anyone except me in his entire life.

Finis.

The upshot recounted in this write up occured in the late 1980 's. It may interest referee to recognize that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this tarradiddle. { 10/2015 } Feel free to message me if you liked my account of how I found True dear .