This account is a long one and contains explicit sex scenes between an older man and Edward Young male child. If this disturbs you please do not read further. While there is some amount of sex involved in the story it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deeper level to this story.

Liner.

Romance on the senior high school sea.

When the ocean liner stopped at Manila and the crowd of overweight American holidaymaker trooped down the gangboard bearing their luggage, and as usual talking at the top of their voices I was relieved. The trip from capital of Sri Lanka had not been up to my expectations. I had booked the stumble with visions of slim sleek Asian boy in my thinker, and had been overwhelmed by the crowd of fat middle aged American's that had been on board. The one cute Sri Lankan steward on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only interested in the dollar sign he could milk from the passenger, in particular the American language's. He swung both ways and did not care if he serviced either males or female person as long as a handful of dollars came his way. I was still offspring 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 company. I certainly had no intention of outgo soundly money to allow some gigolo to pounding my ass, nor was I willing to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.

As the loud grouping of tourists sauntered down the gangway, I stood leaning on the rail waiting with some upheaval to see what the new comer would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two opening among them. The smorgasbord crowd that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asians. Leading the pack was a self-coloured phalanx of Japanese business men, wearing almost identical suits with their cameras dangling from their cervix, and faces wreathed in identical grinning. Close behind them came the Philippine, in folk grouping being shepherded by nervous looking founding father, all of them radiant as peacocks in their obviously new clothes. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked interesting. But the most occupy one of all was dragging along at the butt end of the clump. He appeared to be a single boy who did not have any companion or parents in tow. My pursuit perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as usual with Asian boys like this he could accept been younger. He had the all-inclusive cheekbones and clear hairless aspect typical of the neighborhood. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a small-scale duffle bag. No suitcase, no photographic camera and no beaming face. He was dressed in a pair of scruffy jeans and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a tuxedo, rather than being casually paired with jeans. As he approached the railing he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn verbal expression on his look.

I had actually tipped the keeper to ensure that I would not be forced to share my cabin with some ghastly Japanese business man or a small kid from one of the Filipino syndicate. He had suspected my interestingness in gay sex and had, with a lewd wink, assured me he would see that I got a"suited"fellow traveller for the eternal rest of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a the right way quantity of money if he got me the"right wing"variety of cabin teammate. Looking at the rank and file of the new arrivals I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 solar day. I hoped it would be with soul who was at least presentable if not safe looking. And of course if it was someone whom I could get up to some"hanky panky"with, so much the better.

putting aside my dread on these affair I went forward to watch with my common captivation the process of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their sterns almost into the urine as they took up the load on the cablegram and then sensing the behemoth beneath me get down to prompt never ceased to enthral me. Feeling the rumble of the engines starting up and watching the ringlet of the bow wave rise higher 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 commonwealth and the endless vistas offered by the open ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner I could see no evidence of any travelling companion. There was no luggage in the cabin and no signs 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 steward had a smug look on his facial expression and while escorting me to my tabular array informed me that he had allotted the second feed bunk in my cabin to one of the two teen aged sons of the Filipino family who would be sharing the table with me. He told me I could * * * * * * * * * * * whichever of the boy that either took my fancy, or stirred my pubes. He made the introductions to the kinfolk who were already seated at the board and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would attain the pick as to which of the 2 boy, who were in their late teens, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of dinner I studied both lads carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well speak and extremely civilized as are most Asiatic lads of that age. Though it was the jr. of the two that was more outgoing I eventually decided that I may hold a better chance to entice the sr. one into playing some private soundbox game at Night. When I announced my decision I thought I saw a flavour of disappointment on the younger son face.

During dinner I noticed that the ace boy I had seen earlier was seated with a chemical group of 3 Japanese business men at an table not so far away from mine. He still had the boring listless spirit on his look and seemed to be quite lost in his own world. The Japanese men at his mesa tried to admit him in their liven up conversation but he was not very responsive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the postpone very soon, after picking at his food though hardly eating much. When I was taking my usual walk around the deck of cards after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a quiet nook of the deck and began to wonder about him. But I did not nose on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the elderberry bush of the 2 male child who had been at the table was already inside and lying in the upper berth. As I had observer during dinner party he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his ease dressed in only a yoke of boxer shorts, and reading what appeared to be a comic book.

Deciding that the best way to discover whether he would be amenable to some fun and frolic would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my night garb which was a similar span of drawers, I started to remove my clothes and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to take a lot longer than usual to do so to ensure he could receive a good look at what I possessed. I could see from his reflection that he was matter to in what he saw and was gazing with ecstatic attention at my trunk. His attention was riveted on my penis and balls and he did not notice me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a movement in his shorts as his motherfucker started to rise.



Turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the feed bunk and put my hand directly on his tractor trailer hard cock. I got a reaction from him ...... but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of protest or refusal he simply let his comic book drop-off over his face and lay perfectly still, though his tool rose to to the full hard-on and was throbbing under my helping hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him raise even harder. I lifted my other mitt to his thorax and started to gently looseness with his mammilla. The areolas were large and of the wonderful colour only found on Asian people. Soon his teat were also tough and standing clear. Lowering my mouth to his pectus I started to suck them alternately. I explored his thigh and humbled belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the line of fine pubic hair that started on his tum and disappeared into his boxers. Through all this, other than the pounding of his cock and its extreme rigorousness, he made no sound or scuttlebutt or trend. His hands were still holding the comic book over his face. Slipping both my arms beneath his consistence I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my berth, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to remove the comic covering his face he made a negative speech sound and firmly held it in place. Having had anterior experience with many Asiatic boys I immediately understood he wanted the cabin ignitor turned off and was not willing to look directly at my brass or body 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 tot nighttime his constraint and inhibitions were throw away aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my body with his hired man just as I was exploring his, allowing me to probe his mouth with my tongue and then putting his spit deep into my mouth. Very soon both of us were completely nude and with hard asshole pressed on heavy prick we continued sucking and French kissing. He allowed me to move down till his cock was in my back talk and then slowly pivoted his physical structure around so he could do the same to me. But when in my eagerness to move advance I started to search the crack of his ass and my finger was searching for his entry golf hole. He stopped sucking my cock and whispered in a barely audible voice,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal retentive"Respecting his indirect request I stopped myself and continued to relish the other pleasures offered by his lithe slim eubstance and shaft. We very soon reached our mop up and ejaculated in each former's oral fissure. He then turned himself around again and lay succeeding to me with his read/write head resting on my shoulders, his leg thrown over my second joint and his limp dick pressed to the side of meat of my leg, my hammer gripped in his hired man. He was soon fast asleep. I also dropped off to catch some Z's well pleased by the change in my luck.

Very early the next morning, before it became bright, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his upper office. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his clothes and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him adjacent at the tabular array when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red blush banquet across his case. Behaving in a very normal way I greeted the family without paying any uncomely attention to the male child. I spoke to his parents and his brother and included him in some of the universal remark. I knew the state of affairs. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would conduct after our dalliance of the late night and unwilling to look at or face me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a corner of the deck, though he had tried his full to avoid 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 connectedness by my demeanour or my treatment of him he relaxed enough to look at me while I was speaking and the rose-colored colouring receded from his font.

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 repetition performance I would not involve it from him. He was eager enough to assent to having another 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 slip and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his State Department of arousal. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to keep up the seance for a much longer time and we both achieved a number of ejaculations before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the watch day as I usually did, close to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphins jumping make of the weewee before cris- crossing under the boat only to repeat their leaping of rapture. Towards the latter part of the afternoon when to the highest degree of the rider were resting Romal the steward approached me. The feeling on his typeface was enough to tell me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my chap rider. Not wanting to deny it or to avoid the issue I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug grinning on his look when he asked me if I now wanted a change of mate. He then told me that I could call upon the younger of the two sidekick also if I was so lean, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising state with one of the Jap business enterprise men during the morn and had told him he would keep it a secret if the boy would accept to sharing my cabin for a Night or so. Apparently the boy was eager and very willing to try what I had to offer up and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elder buddy, which he had discovered by observing his brothers reaction 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 take him to share my cabin and had been almost disappoint when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elder boy I asked if he objected to the proposed change. Though knowing total well what would transpire, he quite readily agreed to allow his untested brother to take my cabin that Night. While having dinner I studied the younger boy. I soon came to the conclusion that he was actually the better looking of the 2 and from the way he kept looking at me and grinning he also conveyed his sake in what was going to bump between us later that Nox. My suspicions were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few hour after I did and without saying a word locked the door. Unlike his senior brother he showed no signs of the common Asiatic shyness and without troubling to switch off the light he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the floor came and stood in presence of me. His young and sleek body was enticing. He had very just a small amount of money of pubic hair that enhanced the forward jutting penis and neat beat balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to shower kisses and licks on my expression and lip.

Then he slowly proceeded to deprive me of all my clothes, allowing me to do no More than raise my ass from the meaninglessness so he could slip one's mind my gasp and underwear from under me making as naked as he was. Again settling astride my lap his kisses soon had me getting aroused. He was much more relaxed than his elder brother and appeared to have absolutely no forbiddance. My cock soon rose to a bandstand and he settled himself astride me allowing it to slip between the soft little boldness of his ass and as it found the entrance to his backside he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my cock slid in without any need of lubricant. It was evident he was much more experienced than his brother and had no reticence to getting fucked. He then pushed me flat on to my back and started to razz my cock with an abandon 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 firm as a board and wanked him. We reached climax almost simultaneously and he shot his sticky boy's cum all over my chest of drawers and face as my load deposited itself bass in his gob. Needles to say we did not sleep much that night. He was young and eager to explore all I could present 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 legs resting on my shoulders and his cute ass paste wide before me and to have my cock pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the skin around his hole. He unlike his elderberry bush crony was not shy to talk about his previous experiences and to admire the size and length of my cock and its hardness and the fact that I was capable to get a advance 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"do it"with another boy in their house town and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me party for the next 3 days of our ocean trip and often would drop away up to me during the day and with a wink ask me if I wanted to"take a rest ”. Of row it was anything but a respite he had in mind. By the end of the fourthly day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 masses could do together in bed and were both ready for a change of footstep and partner.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to determine Romal and see which of the Jap patronage men he could next seduce and to advance entry to that mans cabin. He also told me his ambition was to catch some Z's with every usable 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 unsure kind of boy his looks were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone aspect and I asked Romal to coif for him to be my succeeding cabin partner. I had absolutely no approximation if I would find him to be an amiable companion or if I could coax him into my bed but whatever the outcome 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 convert for dinner I noticed that the boy's duffle bag bag was lying on the upper bunk though there was no star sign of the lad himself. He was present at the dining board for dinner but hardly responded to any of the questions that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino accent 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 Evening"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner party walk around the ship's deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his bunk staring at the ceiling and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very bequeath to answer my motion I was capable to drag some of his story from him with dense patient and wide-eyed questions. His name was Manuelle. He had lived in manila from his birth, and was now on his way to Sir Philip Sidney to join a college after he had won a learning there. He was distressed at having to lead everything he had ever known and to cause to go to a strange and new place. His crime syndicate circumstances prevented any of his people from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would retrieve in Sydney. At that time I did not make any open address to my intellect for having him as my cabin mate for the respite of the voyage, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closelipped image than I had in the preceding few sidereal day, was quite taken with his tone and that the desire to induce him in my bed was getting strong by the mo. After I had heard his narrative, during the telling of which he had got more relaxed and had started to reply more easily, I turned off all the lights and went to sleep.

It was well into the still lookout of the night that I was woken by a speech sound. It was the sound of someone stifling his rallying cry. I got up from my guff and turning on the dim blue night light in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a chicken feed of water system and giving it to him inquire what the problem was. Eventually after much hesitation he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his brothers and sisters and family. How I got him to do it I do not jazz, but I got him to get along and sit next to me on my built in bed and putting an arm around his shoulders told him not to worry too much.

At number one he was potent and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his head on my shoulder though his body was still shaken from time to clock time with his shortness of breath. We sat like that for quite some time and his crying slowly came to a occlusion, though I could sense his whole dead body was tense and trembling. I got him to lie down side by side to me on my hogwash and wrapped him in my arms. We dropped off to sleep lying like that with the patrician Nox lighting still on. There was nothing intimate in our natural process just one consistence taking solace from the proximity of another. I woke the next morning to find his straits nestled on my shoulder, his arm across my chest and one of his legs thrown across my second joint. I could feel the whole of his slim slender frame pressed up close to my soundbox. My feelings were quite coordination compound. I was still attracted to him and worry to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and fragile about him that it created a protective instinct in me that wanted to wrap him up and hold 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 apologies. 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 know about each former. At outset it was not an easy task to get him to utter 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 open about his life story. That nighttime when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not train often to sway him to get and lie down following to me. Strangely for me I never made any endeavor to enclose any sexual constituent into our family relationship and for the next 3 years and nights our relationship was platonic and consisted of outlay much of the day together, chatting and learning many detail about each other. The nights were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one buncombe with him lying cradled in my sleeve. Eventually I did tell him about my sex and liking for boys but also made it quite readable that I would not make any demand for sex or expect him to do anything he was not interest in.

After I had told him this I quite expected him to avoid sharing my bed that night but was astonished when he himself came and lay down beside me after he had turned off the cabin lights including the drear night light that had been kept on for the late few Nox. As the darkness 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 kindness towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to explore his body I told him that I was not interested 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 mere act of kindness. Lying next to me in the darkness he seemed to sense more secure and began to speak about his apprehension of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His doubts about being able 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 sleeve and as on the former 3 Night slept through the dark without any signs of the showtime night's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the next break of day and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to tamp our belongings in expectation of the landing place at Sydney that I began to broach the idea that had been germinating in my thinker from the previous night. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to go to was very close to my place of byplay and in the country I had been allotted a companionship flat. Though I was alone the straight allotted to me was a 2 bedroom one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a way in the college or trying to get digs or staying as a paying Edgar Albert Guest in some rooming house he could fare and share my flat till he was settled in the college and had found his way around Sydney. Of course I made it quite clearly to him that I would not expect to incur any sexual party favor from him in return key for this. Our arrangement would tolerate him to feel secure as he would accept me around in the evenings and since he was now somewhat familiar with me he would not feel so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to waffle or show some signs of his earlier remoteness, but as I made the proposal, I saw his cheek and mood lighten and for the first clock time since I had laid eyes on him 10 days previously I saw a big smile spread across his face. Throwing his sleeve around me he hugged me close and said he would be only too felicitous to total and stay with me in the flat.

It was past 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing formalness were over we were almost the first 1 to disembark, catching a cab we went directly to the level. Getting the key fruit from the building super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant east facing flat and from the balcony in the front we had a nice view of the beach dappled with the shadows of the buildings thrown there by the context sun. On the right position there was a turgid bedchamber also facing east, with Daniel Chester French windows that opened to a separate balcony and a slightly minor chamber on the left position of the sitting room. I offered to let Manuelle use the larger elbow room as his need of space to keep his Holy Writ etc was to a greater extent than mine. But he said he would favour to have the modest elbow room and was soon busy unpacking his merger belongings in it. I unpacked my hooey in the professional sleeping accommodation and flopped down on the broad bed and without meaning to, was soon intelligent asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to find that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying next to me with his weapons system around me and his whole slim eubstance pressed to the duration of my own. It was quite a familiar superstar since we had spent the hold out 4 nights sleeping in somewhat the Sami way, thought the bed in the flat was turgid and broad with heap of room unlike the place on the ship.

Next morning it was quite betimes when the pearly light of the rising sun coming through the open window roused me from my sleep. Manuelle was still lying side by side to me though now it was my weapons system wrapped around his torso and his pert bottom pressed back into my privates. Over the next few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and week this became the situation we almost always woke up in. I would derive rest home from the office to find Manuelle deep in his studies. We would either cook ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and fare back to the flavorless. 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 press against me. It was a pleasant wizard but still without any form of sexual turmoil. For me to be in bed with a nubile youth and yet not to want a sexual release was something I had not yet experienced in my life

This platonic variety relationship was something very unusual for me. I was more accustom to having sex than doing without it. But for some reason I did not need to be the one to initiate any form of sexuality into our relationship. Normally I would have been very aroused by the comportment of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very much of the kind of boy I always liked. Since his face had lost the vex and sneak expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening time blossomed into a very sweetness looking and attractive boy. His slim lithe body was without a ghost of haircloth [ or at least what parts I had seen of it were ] and his face had taken on a radiant look with a beaming smile forever hovering around his wide lips. And though both he and I were often semifinal erect in the morning when we woke I had no theme of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 weeks from when we had moved into the flat together that the situation altered. It was a Friday evening and the succeeding 2 days were holiday. I was quite recent in returning to the flat having stayed in the office to exonerate all pending work so that Saturday and Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the sights. As was my want when returning from work I went straight to my sleeping accommodation and stripped off my apparel and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Standing under the streaming flow of water I was quite unaware of the bathroom door opening and the first appearance of another individual into the elbow room, until I felt individual press up against my backbone and 2 arms came around and gripped me in a tight embrace. It was of course of study Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his torso severe against mine he began to speak. He told me that he had expected me to make the commencement movement towards introducing sex into our human relationship.

In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a month and had even tried to lure me by wearing lean shorts around the flat and when sleeping next to me he had tried to show me he was prepare 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 body. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a intimate way or if I had lost stake in him or if I had found another lover.

Unclasping his hired hand from around my breast turned to face him and then kissed him fully on the lips. His trunk melted into mine and I could feel him trembling much as he had been when we had first touched on panel the ship on the dark he had been sobbing in his nonsensicality. But this meter I knew that the trembling was not veneration or apprehension but from desire. How much time elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don't know but it seemed to be eon.

Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet clothes revealing for the first time, to my hungry gaze, his beautiful body. He stood patiently under the needle spray of the exhibitor as I traced the production line of his look and dresser. My fingers followed the conformation of his insipid belly to the junction of his legs where a idle dusting of hair drew my attending to his hammer which was at half mast, then down his lose weight stage to the perfectly proportioned foot. Turning his pliant and unforced dead body around I then examined his backrest and the shape of his arse which fitted my manus to idol. All that I saw only server to enhance my signified of mop up .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the number of boys I had seduced over the class and the number that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally extraterrestrial and wonderful. Of course the fact that we were both naked created its own separate nuclear fission in our bodies and the common desire now took the pep pill deal. Turning off the shower we hurriedly dried off and lost no time in repairing to the comforter of the large bed where we spent the rest of the night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at first as desire drove him onward he soon became undefended in the search of the ultimate pleasure derived from another's accepting and bequeath dead body.

The feelings I experienced when I penetrated his prat for the commencement time were unprecedented for me as were the feelings he had when I first took his beautiful cock in my back talk that day. We have been together for over a X now and yet every time we make love it is just like the inaugural time.

He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to turn back he refuses. I completed my least sandpiper in the company and was able to falsify the ownership of the Lapplander matted as a part of my liquidation. I think the dandy endowment we have given each former is the feeling of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our lives. I can look 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 consequence recounted in this story occured in the lately 1980 's. It may interest readers to know that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this floor. { 10/2015 } flavor free to message me if you liked my account of how I found True Love .