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Andrea grinned playfully when she talked about flirting with “the sandwich shop poet” as she called him. The same kind of grin I may have had when I began to flirt with him too. She had talked a lot about this really cute guy before I met him. So, he had quite a buildup in my mind, like a trailer for a movie…I was very curious to see how handsome this person was; Jamison Chevy, the very attractive young guy who was a waiter at Alvin’s a sandwich shop on the university campus.

On my very first afternoon of moving in to live in the grand London mansion, I wasn’t expecting to be kissed.... Well, I was by my millionaire boyfriend, but certainly not by his butler! Right in the blue dressing room, Peters, the seemingly proper English butler, kissed me full on, with tongue! I returned downstairs to my love-struck millionaire Henry Alden who was waiting for me with cocktail in hand, ready to pour one for me, which I now really needed. I didn't say anything about the kiss, I had only just arrived and I certainly didn’t want to begin by causing a scene.

At the Rainbow Ranch in Sundown Valley, Cowboy Cole seemed like a jar of cider that had been screwed tight so long it had turned hard, alcoholic, and highly intoxicating. As a result, the lid was ready to pop off, and now neither Cole nor I knew what was next…but he had a feeling of quiet excitement…like a dog let off his leash…and so did I. It felt like both of us were a loaded pair of six guns in unpredictable hands….

While the man who’d brought me to Florida was on his own adventures, I found my way to some gay dance bar. Being as shy as I generally am, I am not sure how I got to dancing with the tall cute guy. He must have asked me, because like I said, I’m shy. Drinking generally makes me even more shy. However, it happened, in the way meetups in clubs do. Attraction met attraction, and late that night, out of the club we went. With me ultimately ending up on a side street in the backseat of his car, heatedly exchanging kisses with this incredibly gorgeous college boy until dawn.

One afternoon, out of the blue, there was Peter with the smooth toned swimmers body...full lush lips, speaking of sensational kissing - in the literal meaning of sensational...and of kissing...How I met Peter Paterson was kind of cute...like a meet-cute in a movie script...It was at a old time Greenwich village gay piano bar known as The Duplex with a long bar and piano downstairs and a small cabaret space upstairs...One day I was there in there late afternoon, which was unusual, I don’t remember exactly why, killing time before meeting a friend probably.