And about M, as much as I wished he wasn't like every other guy, he is. But I guess it doesn't really matter because it was only about the sex. But the way he touched me... and the way he kissed and caressed me... and the whispering.... I wont forget. But it doesn't mean anymore than what it was. I tend to make a big deal out of encounters of this sort because they don't happen very often. And, this is the first one I really, truly enjoyed.