This fib is a long one and contains denotative sex prospect between an sometime man and young son. If this disturbs you please do not show further. While there is some measure of sex involved in the story it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deeper horizontal surface to this story.

Liner.

Romance on the High Seas.

When the liner stopped at Manila and the crowd of stoutness American tourer trooped down the gangway bearing their luggage, and as usual talking at the top of their interpreter I was relieved. The stumble from Colombo had not been up to my expectations. I had booked the stumble with visions of slim sleek Asian boy in my mind, and had been overwhelmed by the crowd of fat middle aged American English's that had been on panel. The one cute Sri Lankan keeper on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only worry in the dollar bill he could milk from the passenger, in particular the American English's. He swung both ways and did not deal if he serviced either males or females as long as a fistful of dollar came his way. I was still young enough to baulk at the theme of paying for sex and yet not old enough to possess reached the commonwealth of having to do so to ensure worthy society. I certainly had no intention of spending upright money to let some gigolo to pound my ass, nor was I willing to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.

As the tatty group of tourists 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 possibilities among them. The motley bunch that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asian. Leading the pack was a solid phalanx of Nipponese business men, wearing almost identical courtship with their photographic camera dangling from their neck opening, and faces wreathed in indistinguishable smiling. Close behind them came the Filipino, in family chemical group being shepherded by dying looking fathers, all of them radiant as peacock in their obviously new apparel. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked matter to. But the most matter to one of all was dragging along at the chase end of the bunch. He appeared to be a I boy who did not have any companion or parents in tow. My interest perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as usual with Asian boy like this he could have been younger. He had the large-minded malar and percipient hairless face typical of the neighborhood. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a diminished duffle bag. No suitcase, no camera and no beaming look. He was dressed in a duad of scruffy jean 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 reflection on his face.

I had actually tipped the steward to ensure that I would not be forced to share my cabin with some ghastly Japanese business man or a little child from one of the Filipino families. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd nictation, assured me he would see that I got a"suitable"companion for the relief of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a comme il faut quantity of money if he got me the"right"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 side by side 10 sidereal day. I hoped it would be with individual who was at least presentable if not good looking. And of class if it was someone whom I could get up to some"hanky panky"with, so very much the better.

Putting aside my apprehensiveness on these matters I went forward to see with my usual fascination the procedure of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their butt almost into the water as they took up the consignment on the cablegram and then sensing the behemoth beneath me begin to move never ceased to transport me. Feeling the rumble of the railway locomotive starting up and watching the coil 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 disappearance of land and the eternal aspect offered by the exposed ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner party I could see no grounds of any traveling 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 threshold by Romal. The steward had a self-satisfied looking at on his face and while escorting me to my table informed me that he had allotted the second bunk in my cabin to one of the two teen aged boy of the Filipino category who would be sharing the table with me. He told me I could * * * * * * * * * * * whichever of the boys that either took my fancy, or stirred my loins. He made the intro to the mob who were already seated at the table and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would make believe the choice as to which of the 2 son, who were in their late teens, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of dinner party I studied both sonny carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well spoken and extremely cultured as are most Asian lads of that age. Though it was the younger of the two that was more outmatch I eventually decided that I may accept a break probability to entice the older one into playing some private eubstance secret plan at Nox. When I announced my conclusion I thought I saw a smell of dashing hopes on the younger boys face.

During dinner I noticed that the single boy I had seen earlier was seated with a group of 3 Nipponese occupation men at an table not so far away from mine. He still had the wearisome listless look on his face and seemed to be quite lost in his own world. The Japanese men at his board tried to let in him in their alive 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 pass 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 senior of the 2 boys who had been at the board was already inside and lying in the upper place. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his easiness dressed in only a pair of boxer short circuit, and reading what appeared to be a comic book.

Deciding that the best way to discover whether he would be conformable to some fun and play would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my nighttime attire which was a like pair of boxers, I started to remove my dress and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to convey a lot thirster than usual to do so to ensure he could have a good look at what I possessed. I could see from his reflection that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with rapt attention at my body. His attention was riveted on my penis and balls and he did not find me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a movement in his shorts as his prick started to rise.



turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the bunk bed and put my manus directly on his semitrailer hard cock. I got a response from him ...... but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of protest or refusal he simply let his comic book drop over his face and lay perfectly still, though his prick rose to good erection and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him arise even harder. I lifted my other hand to his chest and started to gently drama with his nipples. The areola were large and of the wonderful semblance only found on Asian hoi polloi. Soon his nipples were also heavily and standing exonerated. Lowering my sass to his chest I started to suck them alternately. I explored his second joint and small belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the line of ticket pubic hairsbreadth that started on his stomach and disappeared into his drawers. Through all this, other than the throb of his cock and its uttermost insensibility, he made no sound or remark or motility. His hired hand were still holding the comic al-Qur'an over his face. Slipping both my arms beneath his body I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my place, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to withdraw the comic covering his face he made a blackball sound and firmly held it in place. Having had anterior experience with many Asian boys I immediately understood he wanted the cabin visible radiation turned off and was not volition to look directly at my face or body in the light.

Only after I switched off the lights and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he allow me to train away the book. In the full shadow his restraint and forbiddance were dramatis personae aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my eubstance with his script just as I was exploring his, allowing me to dig into his mouth with my spit and then putting his tongue deep into my mouth. Very soon both of us were completely defenseless and with hard whoreson pressed on hard prick we continued sucking and French kissing. He allowed me to move down till his cock was in my mouth and then slowly pivoted his body around so he could do the same to me. But when in my eagerness to proceed encourage I started to search the whirl of his ass and my digit was searching for his introduction mess. He stopped sucking my cock and whispered in a barely audible voice,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal"Respecting his wish I stopped myself and continued to enjoy the early joy offered by his lithe slim body and cock. We very soon reached our closing and ejaculated in each early's rima oris. He then turned himself around again and lay next to me with his head resting on my shoulders, his leg thrown over my thighs and his hobble tool pressed to the side of meat of my leg, my cock gripped in his deal. He was soon fasting asleep. I also dropped off to sleep well pleased by the change in my luck.

Very early the future morning, before it became bright, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his speed berth. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his clothes and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him next at the mesa when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red blush spread across his face. Behaving in a very pattern way I greeted the kinsperson without paying any indecorous aid to the boys. I spoke to his parents and his chum and included him in some of the general remark. I knew the situation. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would deport after our dalliance of the previous night and unwilling to see at or look me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a corner of the deck, though he had tried his in effect to avoid me, I told him that what we had done the late dark was zip 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 treatment of him he relaxed enough to depend at me while I was speaking and the rosy food colour receded from his grimace.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him have a go at it that unless he was interested in a repeat performance I would not demand it from him. He was aegir enough to accede to having another session that Night. After dinner the solitary dispute to the previous day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my bunk and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his country of foreplay. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to protract the school term for a much longsighted sentence and we both achieved a identification number of interjection before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the following day as I usually did, close to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphins jumping clear of the piddle before cris- crossing under the gravy holder only to duplicate their leaps of ecstasy. Towards the latter part of the afternoon when near of the passengers were resting Romal the steward approached me. The facial expression on his human face was plenty to tell me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my blighter passenger. 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 smile on his look when he asked me if I now wanted a modification of partner. He then told me that I could call upon the untested of the two sidekick also if I was so inclined, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising state with one of the Jap business sector men during the dayspring and had told him he would keep it a secluded if the boy would accept to sharing my cabin for a night or so. Apparently the boy was eager and very leave to try what I had to offer and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elder brother, which he had discovered by observing his brothers reaction to me over the 2 former day and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would prefer him to share my cabin and had been near disappointed when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elder boy I asked if he objected to the proposed change. Though knowing fully fountainhead what would transpire, he quite readily agreed to allow his younger brother to fill my cabin that nighttime. 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 interest in what was going to happen between us later that Nox. My distrust were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few bit after I did and without saying a Bible locked the door. Unlike his elder brother he showed no signs of the common Asian shyness and without troubling to switch off the light he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the floor came and stood in front of me. His Whitney Moore Young Jr. and silklike body was enticing. He had very just a small total of pubic hairsbreadth that enhanced the forward jutting penis and neat round balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to shower candy kiss and punch on my face and lips.

Then he slowly proceeded to strip me of all my clothes, allowing me to do no more than than upgrade my ass from the feed bunk so he could skid my pants and underwear from under me making as naked as he was. Again settling astride my lap his buss soon had me getting aroused. He was much more make relaxed than his elderberry bush brother and appeared to have absolutely no inhibitions. My dick soon rose to a stand and he settled himself astride me allowing it to slew between the soft modest impudence of his ass and as it found the ingress to his tail he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my cock slid in without any motivation of lubricating substance. 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 rear and started to depend upon 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 pixilated as a card and wanked him. We reached orgasm almost simultaneously and he shot his sticky boy's cum all over my chest and look as my load deposited itself deep in his hole. Needles to say we did not sleep much that night. He was Whitney Young and bore to explore all I could evince and teach him [ which was not very often ] But one position he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his back with his wooden leg resting on my shoulder joint and his cute ass scatter wide before me and to take in my cock pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the skin around his hollow. He unlike his elderberry bush chum was not shy to talk about his premature experiences and to look up to the size and duration of my prick and its hardness and the fact that I was capable to get a rise almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.

He told me his Brother's ground for avoiding anal sex was that he was in"have sex"with another boy in their household townsfolk and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me company for the next 3 days of our voyage and often would slip up to me during the day and with a trice ask me if I wanted to"take 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 the great unwashed could do together in bed and were both make for a change of pace and spouse.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to find Romal and see which of the Jap business sector men he could next seduce and to bring in entering to that humanity cabin. He also told me his ambition was to kip with every available 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 shy kind of boy his looks were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone verbalism and I asked Romal to set for him to be my succeeding cabin Paraguay tea. I had absolutely no idea 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 detect 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 duffle bag was lying on the speed bunk though there was no preindication of the lad himself. He was nowadays at the dining table for dinner but hardly responded to any of the questions that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino dialect I could not understand what was being said but from the short responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying a lot. I myself refrained from saying anything early than a"right Evening"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner party base on balls 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 willing to resolve my interrogative sentence I was capable to drop back some of his report from him with obtuse patient and simple interrogative. His name was Manuelle. He had lived in capital of the Philippines from his birth, and was now on his way to Sir Philip Sidney to conjoin a college after he had won a eruditeness there. He was unhappy at having to leave everything he had ever known and to have to go to a strange and new place. His category circumstances prevented any of his multitude from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would bump in Sydney. At that time I did not make any heart-to-heart reference to my rationality for having him as my cabin match for the eternal rest of the voyage, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closer range than I had in the past tense few days, was quite taken with his looks and that the desire to have got him in my bed was getting impregnable by the hour. After I had heard his tarradiddle, during the telling of which he had got more relaxed and had started to react more easily, I turned off all the spark and went to sleep.

It was well into the still watches of the night that I was woken by a auditory sensation. It was the audio of someone stifling his call. I got up from my bunkum and turning on the dim blue night Light in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a glass of water and giving it to him demand what the job was. Eventually after much hesitation he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his pal and sisters and kinsperson. How I got him to do it I do not recognize, but I got him to derive and sit next to me on my bunk and putting an arm around his shoulders told him not to occupy too much.

At first he was tight and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his head on my shoulder though his dead body was still shaken from clock time to clip with his asshole. We sat like that for quite some time and his crying slowly came to a stop, though I could experience his unanimous body was strain and trembling. I got him to lie down next to me on my bunk and wrapped him in my weaponry. We dropped off to sleep lying like that with the dismal night luminousness still on. There was nothing sexual in our activity just one torso taking comfort from the propinquity of another. I woke the following morning to find his head nestled on my shoulder, his arm across my chest and one of his branch thrown across my thighs. I could sense the whole of his slim slender form pressed up close to my dead body. My intuitive feeling were quite complex. I was still attracted to him and concerned to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and thin about him that it created a protective instinct in me that wanted to wind him up and keep 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 bed and started to stammer 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 other. At inaugural it was not an easy undertaking 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 open about his life. That Night when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not call for much to persuade him to come and lie down future to me. Strangely for me I never made any attempt to enclose any sexual constituent into our family relationship and for the next 3 24-hour interval and night our relationship was platonic and consisted of spending lots of the day together, chatting and learning many details about each other. The nighttime were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one bunk with him lying cradled in my arms. Eventually I did say him about my sexuality and liking for son but also made it quite clean that I would not make any need 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 blue dark Light that had been kept on for the previous few nights. 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 organic structure as I wished, as a repayment for my forgivingness 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 give enjoyed having sex with him, but that it should be, that he wanted to do it, because he liked me and not to rejoin me for just a dim-witted act of kindness. Lying succeeding to me in the darkness he seemed to feel more secure and began to speak about his apprehensiveness of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His doubts about being able-bodied to find adjustment and of what would be facing him in the college. When we eventually dropped off to sleep he was still comfortably wrapped in my arms and as on the previous 3 dark slept through the Nox without any planetary house of the first night's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the next morning and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to compact our belongings in expectancy of the landing at Sydney that I began to broach the idea that had been germinating in my mind from the premature nighttime. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to attend was very close to my place of business sector and in the field I had been allotted a companionship matte. Though I was alone the flat allotted to me was a 2 sleeping accommodation 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 household 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 clear to him that I would not bear to receive any sexual party favor from him in return for this. Our agreement would appropriate him to feel secure as he would have me around in the even and since he was now somewhat familiar with me he would not feel so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to hesitate or show some signs of his other aloofness, but as I made the proposition, I saw his face and mood lighten and for the first clip since I had laid eye on him 10 days previously I saw a big grinning paste across his human face. 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 past 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing formalities were over we were almost the first of all one to disembark, catching a cab we went directly to the flat. Getting the keys from the building super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant east facing bland and from the balcony in the front end we had a courteous view of the beach dappled with the phantom of the buildings thrown there by the setting sun. On the right side of meat there was a with child bedroom also facing east, with French people Windows that opened to a separate balcony and a slightly smaller bedroom on the go out position of the sitting room. I offered to let Manuelle use the bombastic room as his need of space to maintain his books etc was more than mine. But he said he would favour to have the smaller room and was soon busy unpacking his merger property in it. I unpacked my stuff in the skipper 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 find that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying side by side to me with his arms around me and his unit slim soundbox pressed to the length of my own. It was quite a familiar sensation since we had spent the stopping point 4 Nox sleeping in somewhat the same manner, thought the bed in the flat was boastfully and broad with hatful of room unlike the place on the ship.

Next morning it was quite early when the pearly light of the rising sun coming through the open window roused me from my slumber. Manuelle was still lying next to me though now it was my implements of war wrapped around his body and his pert bottom pressed back into my genitals. Over the adjacent few daytime and weeks this became the position we almost always woke up in. I would occur habitation from the office to determine Manuelle deep in his studies. We would either ready ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and fall back to the flat. I would read for a metre and he would read or we would sit together and visit 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 wiz but still without any form of sexual upheaval. For me to be in bed with a nubile early days and yet not to want a sexual release was something I had not yet experienced in my life

This platonic sort relationship was something very unusual for me. I was more accustomed to having sex than doing without it. But for some ground I did not require to be the one to originate any form of sex into our kinship. Normally I would have been very aroused by the presence of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very much of the kind of boy I always liked. Since his face had lost the apprehensive and pinched expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening meter blossomed into a very Sweet looking and attractive boy. His slim lithe body was without a vestige of hair [ or at least what part I had seen of it were ] and his face had taken on a refulgent look with a beaming smile forever hovering around his full lip. And though both he and I were often trailer truck erect in the dawn when we woke I had no idea 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 Fri evening and the following 2 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. were holiday. I was quite late in returning to the flatcar having stayed in the federal agency to unclutter all pending work so that Saturday and Billy Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the sights. As was my neediness when returning from work I went straight to my bedchamber and stripped off my clothes and headed into the privy for a shower. Standing under the streaming flow of H2O I was quite unaware of the bathroom threshold curtain raising and the entry of another person into the elbow room, until I felt someone imperativeness up against my spine and 2 arms came around and gripped me in a loaded embracing. It was of course Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his body severe against mine he began to utter. He told me that he had expected me to earn the low gear motion towards introducing sex into our family relationship.

In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a month and had even tried to entice me by wearing lean shortstop around the flavorless and when sleeping next to me he had tried to show me he was ready 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 organic structure. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a intimate way or if I had lost interest in him or if I had found another lover.

Unclasping his hands from around my bureau turned to face him and then kissed him fully on the back talk. 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 trembling was not fear or apprehension but from desire. How much metre elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don't know but it seemed to be aeon.

Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet clothes revealing for the initiatory clip, to my hungry gaze, his beautiful body. He stood patiently under the goad spray of the shower as I traced the lines of his face and chest. My fingerbreadth followed the conformation of his monotonous belly to the conjunction of his wooden leg where a light dusting of hair drew my tending to his cock which was at half mast, then down his melt off ramification to the perfectly proportioned feet. Turning his pliant and will body around I then examined his back and the shape of his asshole which fitted my hands to idol. All that I saw only server to heighten my sense of completion .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the number of boys I had seduced over the days and the number that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally alien and howling. Of course the fact that we were both bare created its own split up 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 comforter of the with child bed where we spent the rest of the nighttime exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at first off as desire drove him onward he soon became surface in the search of the ultimate delight derived from another's accepting and willing body.

The tactile sensation I experienced when I penetrated his rear end for the first time were unprecedented for me as were the tone 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 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 deliver he refuses. I completed my stint in the company and was able to wangle the ownership of the same flat as a contribution of my settlement. I think the swell gift we have given each other is the feeling of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our lifespan. I can depend at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the fragile bit of sexual desire. And Manuelle tells me he has never been attracted to anyone except me in his total life.

Finis.

The upshot recounted in this fib occured in the deep 1980 's. It may interest lector to bed that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this story. { 10/2015 } Feel free to message me if you liked my score of how I found True love .