"Many would be cowards if they had courage enough." 
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Thomas Fuller"He can compress the most words into the smallest ideas of any man  I ever met." 
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Abraham Lincoln"If God had really intended men to fly, he'd make it easier to get  to the airport." 
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George  Winters~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Many have looked back and told me that I was a craven ass.  And they are right I was.   
~~ I just couldn't look into those eyes and feel anything reprehensible. He was perfect; I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by gushing rivers of gooey sticky lurve when he was near. His smile and his fit fit bod drove me into the rut faster than anything could. 
It didn't help that he felt the same way. Somehow we ended up meeting everyday just so we could get drunk on that river of lurve. The sweet saltiness of his lips was my pleasure. The way he felt so so good.  The way he made me melt and harden at the same time, just for him.  
He didn't question it. He never asked for more or even pried. He kept things simple.
But I wanted him to ask, to pry.
During one of our enthralling jiffies, I blurted out that I had a girlfriend. He stopped and looked at me with unfathomable eyes. After a moment we went on anyways.
 It didn't stop him. Or so I thought.
I felt that she had to meet him. After all she was my girlfriend and he was my…pleasure.  In that instant I decided that they would meet. I asked them both to accompany me to eat out. 
She was excited to meet him. She kept asking about him. I told her everything I knew about him. He was indifferent about meeting her. He didn't ask about her,so I didn't tell him a thing.
They met and were polite with each other. She really liked him and his biting humor, which I had never noticed.
He would look at her with warmth...and sympathy.  She never understood the way he had.
After that I would never have his lips on mine, his hardness against mine.  The pleasure of his unique taste was forever gone from me.