i guess i have always been very comfortable with my body. i wasnt worried at all - i was totally focused on every detail of her...and i remember it all - it was a summer night and she was housesitting and we were naked in the moonlight on a window seat and we washed each other with a steaming hot washcloth kissing and drying in the slightest of night breezes

she was angelic in her beauty and there were almost no words
but there did not need to be for i loved her in a way that you
only do a few times in a lifetime...and nothing else mattered.

in the tenderest moments, i stroked her hair at the hairline of her forehead and looked at the moon reflected in her eyes - which she closed catlike and we knew each other as well as anyone ever knows.

I was worried Mr.Happy was too short, I was 15 and wore a extra large pair of undies!!!