Grant,

You know how I always loved to bug the hell out of you?

Well, I miss it so much that I'm coming up to join you probably within the next 6 months...give or take.

It should give you enough time to work that body of yours because mine is almost fat free and looks pretty amazing and if you don't look good beside me when we go out.
You're staying home. :-)

I knew this day was coming but I never expected to be following you this fast.

Don't forget the leave the key under the carpet.

See you soon.
xXx.

Alvin a mentor and friend

To the young impressionable 18 year old you were a great inspiration and role model. I learned a lot in the tome we worked together at Simmons Business Systems. You taught me how to be a better person sometimes by being an example of what to do and sometimes learning from your outcome what not to do. I’m so sorry to only be finding out, always assumed you would be around and I would just catchup and talk about life. I will miss you sir

Aaron

I do not love you except because I love you.

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
leaves, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Pablo Neruda

"The greatest gift a Master can give to his submissive is herself to herself"

Surely you marked my soul Master. Your gift is a few precious words , I will keep next to my heart as a golden necklace. This is a poem for your soul with a voice of "The Egyptian Flute" whispering it for you:

TO A STRANGER poem
Written By Walt Whitman

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I
look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking,
(it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affection-
ate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl
with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has
become not yours only, nor left my body mine
only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as
we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when
I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

May your soul rest in peace, Amen.

Strength begets strength.

Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same.

I will never forget You Sir.

Love.

Francine Mazuch

You will be missed more then any words could possibly say. I will forever cherish the breif amount of time I knew you and the conversations we had. A true gentleman on every level, a brilliant mind, and someone who can never be duplicated or replaced.

Marianne