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We went in heavy, thoroughly packing with every weapon you can imagine. It was Boxing Day, but Carter and I were prepared for a war slaughter. Carter was dressed in a dark, sinister manner, wearing a long black leather trench coat and a leather cowboy hat that matched the coat's buttons and adornments. It was like something out of a Western but with a shit ton of Weaponry, not including Max, Whinny, Larry, Gracie, and the Phantom F4. Carter was really getting into this dark country rock and blues, and their themes. It now suited his demonic, mysterious, cold, and stern new side.
I made sure we had a wonderful fuck, suck and cum eating morning. Yes, Nova was with us. I must repeat: there is nothing so cute as an incredible Wolf-Husky dog with a little, perfectly fitting dog helmet and a bulletproof pouch vest… fucking adorable! The dog vest had extra Pistols and clips of bullets; Nova was packing heavy as well. Hilarious!
We got to the building at 1:55 PM. I confirmed that Max, Whinny, and Larry, as backup, had our three tracking dots (Me, Carter, and Nova) in scope. They will cover the building diagonally with armour-piercing rounds, each monitoring two sides. Gracie was in the Phantom F4 and flying up the St. Lawrence River at 20 Feet above Sea Level. If it came down to it, she would unleash hell with her cannons and missiles once we were down the stairs if the meeting all went south, so to speak.
We walked up and proceeded to the top floor. It was an older office-type building, and the lower floors were all vacant for the holidays. There was just one company on the top floor called “International Commodities Distribution.” Well, Patrick and the Irish were not lying at least!
We walked in, and a beautiful young lady at the reception desk said, “Mr. Terra, Mr. O’Connor, they are expecting you in the boardroom just behind me. Would you, hot gentlemen, like a beverage? Water, juice, Coffee, tea or me (ha ha ha she giggled like a stupid schoolgirl) Beer, wine or liquor, or lick me?” She covered her mouth and sighed. A major bimbo she was.
I answered, “No, thank you.” We proceeded in; she closed the door behind us. I saw Patrick press a button at the end of the massive boardroom table, and the door locked. There were about 15 men, some from different gang factions. A few were seated, drinking liquor or smoking, and some were walking around or standing. They all worked together as a conglomerate syndicate, combining their strength to increase profits.
Patrick said, “Ethan, Carter, welcome. Please sit down and make yourselves comfortable.”
Carter replied, “We will stand thanks.”
Patrick smirked and nodded and continued, “Very well. First off, again, Carter, we are so very sorry for this unfortunate incident. Ethan knows this is not who we are and what we are trying to do. Some of us are stuck in the old ways.
We are trying to get into legitimate businesses, take those profits, and cleanly invest in blue-chip stocks and specific, emerging-market and sector funds.
We had decided years ago that loan sharking was a bad deal for all. Now we still do drugs and prostitution, porn, etc., but we are trying to keep it safe and clean. We don’t like the homeless and addiction issues, any more than you do or the street death. I will get right to the point.”
Patrick grabbed a steel briefcase and threw it, causing it to slide down the 30-foot-long solid oak boardroom table. Carter swung his boot up and stopped it abruptly, displaying many of the automatic machine guns and weaponry that he had under his coat—a few gasps and bulging eyes at us and the prominent bulge in Carter’s tight leather pants. I think his cock was rock hard and dripping. This adventure was turning him on.
Patrick stated, “That is the return of the loan you paid off and additional compensation for the pain and suffering; a bit extra prepaid for your help, Ethan and Carter- an even $5 Million.”
I answered, “I am not killing for you, Patrick, anymore; cleaning fine but not killing.”
Before Patrick could answer, I was shocked when Carter responded, “I will!”
“Carter!” I spoke in shock and surprise.
“Ethan!” He answered sarcastically, pissed off. “You wanted a monster…you got the fucking Devil!” I gasped and sighed as I stared into those super huge, emerald-green eyes, sparkling so incredibly. It was funny as there was a low rumble of Thunder Snow.
Patrick spoke. “I am surprised you…” OMG! He stopped as I saw one of Patrick’s goons reach for his pistol. I went to grab my HK when I felt Carter’s hand grab mine to stop. Five shots rang out! Striking the mobster in his head and chest as he fell back to the wall, dead before he hit the ground. Patrick had unloaded 1/3 of the clip in his Glock 17 Gen 5- 9mm; he is huffing and puffing as Mario, brother to one of the mobsters who died chasing Carter, lay dead and splattered on the wall and floor.
“You see! This fucking piece of shit would have been another future son-in-law. I never liked him- Fucking asshole! So ambitious to take me over; no fucking respect! The deception, insubordination, and traitors we have in our midst, boys, are out of control. I was about to say, before we were so rudely interrupted, I am surprised you came alone, even though you two and the dog are packing enough to invade Colombia.”
I answered, “Who said we were alone!” Just then, the room lit up with multiple sniper laser sights. The Phantom appeared hovering outside the window with the hybrid Harrier jet packs, with a roar as loud as the UK Vulcan Bomber with Gracie in the cockpit; the Phalanx Gatling barreled Cannons were revolving at full speed, ready to Swiss-cheese the entire floor like an Alcapone hit squad times a 1000! Nova jumped up on the table and snarled viciously at the mobsters.
Patrick waved his hands to calm all down, yelling, “Ok! OK! Call off the fucking guns and the war plane and the fucking velociraptor wolf-dog for Christ's sake, Fuck Ethan! We are here to make peace, guys, not war!” Nova retreated, and the laser sights followed as the Phantom flew off.
I answered, “Well, Patrick, you know what they say; if you want peace, prepare for war. You and all in this room know that if you choose war, that Carter, my apprentice and I can have all 1000 of you across the country and then some, dead by New Year's Eve.” Nova barked and snarled.
Carter stated, “I love you, Ethan, but I am now the master!” Another rumble of Thundersnow, and the room was so quiet you could hear the clock arms tick.” I was not going to argue with him because I knew he was right. With his new, exponentially heightened senses and my months of training, Carter became a master killer and soldier, skilled in the finest black ops and defence arts.
Patrick said, “Carter, in with the $5 million is a list of 30 names. Do not read it aloud, as some may be in this very room.” Now they all swallowed and grunted and started smoking or vaping, tossing liquor shots.
Carter grabbed the case and said, “No Guarantees, I will kill them. Everyone deserves a second chance at salvation, as Ethan has saved me. I will research, investigate, and get back to you.”
Patrick nodded and answered, “Agreed. I was hesitant and reserved to place many of the names on that list, so I swear to follow your choices and plan. I will accept them without challenge.”
Carter responded, “I believe this concludes our business, gentlemen. Good day, and we'll see you around. Patrick, we will be in touch. Enjoy Boxing Day and a very Happy Holiday and New Year to you all.” As we turned to leave, there were chuckles, grunts, and replies to wishes.
We walked out giggling as the hot receptionist, drooling over us, was obviously riding a dildo on her desk chair. We were both quiet until we got into the truck and were a few blocks away. Max, Whinny, Larry and Gracie all confirmed that no one was tailing us, and all was clear. Carter double-checked the money case: clean and safe.
I asked, “How did you know that Patrick was going to take out Mario before he got a shot off? Mario could have killed us, you know.”
Carter answered, “No, Ethan. I guess you didn't hear Patrick's elbow joint click 1.87 seconds before Mario had his finger and pistol out of his pocket. I knew Patrick was going to get at least two rounds into Mario before Mario could get his finger on the trigger. For a guy in his 50s, Patrick is very handsome and in fine shape. He has daughters, so is he still married?”
I giggled, “He is very nice, actually and divorced about 5 years ago. He is on good terms with his ex, but he …. he….”
Carter interjected, giggling, “You Fucked him! I knew it! You sly dog, you!” I nodded affirmatively.
Carter and Nova cuddled all the way home. He mumbled something about being the devil or possessed – I laughed. The week was calm and quiet; it proceeded intermixed with lots of sex. He began his investigations and research. We visited his mom in beautiful, incredible Switzerland at New Year's in the Honda Jet. Again, she was in awe of how her son had grown and changed in just ½ a year. We laughed and giggled, and she began to call me son as well, which was cool because I was now accepted as family and us as lovers.
By the end of January 2026, Carter had compiled all his investigations of the list of 30. Fifteen individuals would be spared after he reviewed eyewitness accounts, written affidavits, and video and audio reports, and conducted interviews. He informed Patrick that he would meet with the chosen 15 one at a time and explain how their marked for death had been expunged, but they had to confess and ask Patrick, the mob, friends, and family for forgiveness. Men do stupid things, act irrationally, and then get shocked at the consequences of their actions.
Each meet played out the same. The mobster would suddenly walk around a corner or staircase outside and suddenly be face-to-face with Carter, Nova and me. Each gasped and lowered their head; a few even knelt.
Once we calmed them down and assured them the mark had been removed from their head, they swore to change their ways and to explain to Patrick how everything went wrong. Many needed more money for family medical, kids, and elder care issues, and had become ensnared in the plot to overthrow in exchange for the promise of more compensation. Patrick realized it was time to give out bonuses, and he, being regarded as Scrooge, was now the best boss ever, also changing his ways!
Of the other 15, 12 would be executed, but Carter vowed to do it with Grace and morality so the family and friends could lay them to rest with respect and dignity, even though they did not deserve it. Again, he knew what it meant to kill and take a life. He refused to do it mindlessly; insisted on a moral conscience…the devil? I think not! Many of these mob men were confirmed Pedophiles, rapists, and murderers of their own family, ruining people's lives to the point where some even took their own lives. Most of them were suffering from some health ailment or were on medication, or took exercise and pleasure routines to the extreme.
As you are speculating, yes, there were heart attacks, strokes, other medical crises, freak accidents, weird device failures, etc. It was brilliant, and the police and medical experts all ruled the incidents as accidents or natural causes. We attended the funerals and memorials for each of them. Carter knew he had done the right thing when spouses, children, and parents shed no tears; in fact, most seemed at peace and smiling, as if to say, “Finally, we are free of him, thank-God!” They all knew the deceased one had inflicted great pain on them and others, so it brought closure to suffering. Most of them had substantial estates, so that the families would be fine. Patrick vowed to take care of them and guide the spouse and kids onto a productive, contributing, upstanding path.
Word spread like wildfire. They called Carter, SIR O’CONNOR. Yes, it is funny because it sounds like “Sarah Connor” from the Terminator movies. The SIR stood for Silent Irish Reaper…and that, he sure fucking was!!
The remaining three were so evil and despicable that Carter decided their termination must be open and transparent to all, sending a clear message. One was a notorious swordsman, another like a western gun slinger and the third a hand-to-hand combat martial arts professional. We will not share the stories of their killings and carrying on, but it was some of the most brutal, inhumane treatment of humans that these three bastards had been doing unchecked for years. Many had killed their own kin and family for gain or to save their own skin; they tortured so many other innocent people in the collateral damage path. It made Carter furious with anger and vengeance. Guilty, they were beyond doubt.
Carter took out the hand-to-hand martial artist first. Nova and I watched from a nearby rooftop with my Tach 50 sniper rifle in case he got into trouble. With his training and heightened senses, watching Carter was breathtaking. His moves and fluid fighting skills put even Steven Seagull to shame. By the time he was ready to make the final death blow, the mobster looked like Mussolini at the end. A quick snap of his neck, and that was it. Carter had only a few minor scratches.
Next was the Gunslinger. My God! This was right out of a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western, as Carter (Leather trench coat and Cowboy hat in tow) happened upon the individual right down at the docks and train tracks where it all started. The two were about 150 feet apart; as soon as the train whistle blew, they drew their guns simultaneously and fired multiple rounds. Nova and I gasped as we saw bullets pass through Carter’s trench coat side, and a few rounds grazed his outer biceps, causing a puff of red blood. Carter turned his body just in time to avoid the killer rounds. He fired and struck the mobster right between the eyes and then put four more in his chest and belly.
The best was left for last: the incredible sword fight. Carter was so reminiscent of Tom Cruise in The Last Samurai movie, but his moves were so much faster and fluid. Again, Nova and I panic as we see the enemy sword pierce Carter’s side. I was just about to fire off a round from the Tach 50, executing the enemy, when I saw Carter turn his face a wink. It was just a flesh wound; next had me in total disbelief. With the Sword through his side, he grabbed it with his gloved hand tightly so that the mobster swordsman could not move it. Carter raised his sword and brought it straight down between the guy’s ears until it stopped at his rib cage. As the split and butterflied body fell dead, the sword slid out of Carter's hand. Nova and I ran to our love's aid. Fuck me! That was the most spurting venous and arterial blood sprays I had ever seen in all my career.
Carter hopped in the truck, and I stated, “You are more fucking crazy and nuts than I ever was or could be.”
He laughed in reply, “I am fine, it is minor, and I got the job done. It is a shame, as he was a great swordsman. IT is too bad he did so much evil. Gone, he is now! Our Contract with Patrick is clean and done! Perhaps I am the devil now, Ethan?”
I said, “Thank God for that! If you are, you are a good devil!” Nova barked twice and licked Carter wildly. His wound healed in a few days. Soon, SIR O’Connor was world-renowned. You will never guess who made the top 5 on our kill offers. Our fee would have had to have been in the Billions. Carter replied, “Patience!” Not accepting or declining, just patience. Billions wanted these five dead so badly! Patience, he emphasized!
In mid-winter and early spring, we got the protective security flight charter with a military escort by the Phantom up and running. Everything went perfectly, and we saved many who had verified threats. Yes, we took out a few assassins and bad guys; our 7-figure fees reflected that; we saved the clients.
Before we knew it, it was summer again, and we were headed to Happy Valley in the Honda Jet with Justin and Francoise in Tow. Justin had recently had more surgery, and with slight tweaks here and there, his scars were gone, and his face was now moderately handsome. He wanted it because Francois accepted him and was so madly in love with him just the way he was, but together now they were pretty hot and gorgeous. Fucking and fisting experts can take four arms, shoulder deep, and multiple huge silicone toy balls deep, and then some!
Rowan and Blake, now married, were pretty much running Fiona’s Bar. They were now the Gay Twink strippers as the locals and military brats insisted that someone continue in Carter’s absence. Of course, they changed it to BARS night, short for Blake and Rowan Strip night. Gracie flew the Phantom back to Happy Valley, and Carter and I, with Justin and Francoise, took the Honda jet.
Carter was even teaching them (Justin and Francoise) how to fly it; we saw the future shuttle and the secure, armed-charter business expanding. No, we refused drug cartels and money laundering; client baggage was limited to one small bag that we searched and Nova sniffed. Yes, Nova was part of the crew and never left our side under any circumstances, even during group sex and fisting parties. He was a good soldier dog. Still hoping to get his dog as fucked hard till he came.
We met at the Hangar for this catch-up and exchange. Gracie stated, “While you guys are out here for months semi-working around the planet, I have a request and a surprise. Carter, your high school chums, Aaron and Manuel, have accomplished all they can under my tutelage. Each can take three arms elbow-deep, but they want four in them, each together, side by side, right to the ballrooms simultaneously. They are arriving tomorrow, Friday, on the Air Canada flight from Quebec City at 2 PM. They promise to touchdown clean as whistles and empty for days, ready for major cunt busting!”
Carter lit right up and responded, “That is fucking Fantastic. I was feeling guilty that we promised to hook up with them almost a year ago and never kept in touch, so this is a wonderful vacation start, Gracie!” We all smiled, hugged, and said our good-byes as Garcie headed back to Quebec City to see some prominent, well-paying politicians and judges!
As Carter and I got close to Terra O’Connor Keep, suddenly Nova started barking and whining like crazy. We stopped as we happened upon a totally black Wolfdog. We let Nova out of the truck, put it in park and watched with eyes as big as saucers. They hopped in the back truck bed, and Nova bottomed and got mounted by the big beast's cock as they fucked doggie style (Of course).
I said, giggling, “Do you think they can cum from ass fucking like we do?”
Carter threw up his hands and said, “Don’t know?” In a few minutes, we had the answer as Nova howled away, and his hard dog cock squirted creamy white dog cum all over the truck windows. We both roared, shaking our heads. They both sat in the back of the truck when they were done. Nova now had a lover. We named him from the Irish Gaelic word for black, “Dubh.”
That night, as Carter and I sucked, fucked, fisted and played for hours in the Dungeon, with all the fuck machines, sounds, Dildos and all. Nova and Dubh pounded each other silly on the blanket we put out for them.
Soon enough, 2 PM the next day rolled around, and Aaron and Manuel were all smiles, walking toward us outside the airport. We had Justin and Francoise with is and the dogs in the truck bed, so the four boys would have to fit tightly in the back seat. We drove straight to the sex dungeon hangar a few minutes away; all the way, Justin and Francoise were nibbling and rubbing Aaron and Manuel. Their crotches and the soaking-wet spots on their jeans were tented with so much excitement. The four of them practically ran into the Hangar, with Carter and me in tow with the dogs.
Once inside and all of us stripped to shower, Aaron said, “Holy Fuck, Carter! I can’t believe how ripped and shredded you are. You are a complete Greek God and then some. I swear your cock is two inches longer and much thicker than when we just left high school last year.”
Carter answered, “Well, you and Manny seem to be coming along just fine. I am sure you are an inch longer and thicker as well. Just keep up with the big toys, fisting and loads of cum down your throat, and you will get there, we promise. Now, did you boys want any cock caging or rings or toys before we get four hands and arms deep in each of you horny little boy cunts?”
Manny said, “Just some silicone cock and ball rings and maybe some BDSM red and black leather garb would be nice.”
I answered, “Well, that is standard and required here in this dungeon, so once you hot Twinks are dried, grab what you like from the plethora of availability and both of you get into one sling together side by side and slightly atop each other. Don’t worry, the sling chains and hoist are weight-rated for 2 tons, so we can hop up and feed cocks into mouths and cunts.”
Aaron replied, “Fuck Yeah! Sessions with Gracie were awesome with her big black cock, but we are dying to try all yours here, especially that anaconda on you, Ethan…Carter is catching up, though, isn’t he!”
Carter responded, “Yes, it is the only thing he is beating me in!” We all giggled, and the dogs barked.
Once we all had on our black and red leather collars, cuffs, belts, harnesses, and multiple tight cock and ball rings, Aaron got in the sling first, with Manny beside him as we criss-crossed and cuffed their ankles and feet to the high hoops on the sling chains. Each of the 19-year-old Boys cocks was about 7.5”. Francoise and Justin at 8.5”, Carter at 9.5” and me at 11”. Each of us had nice, medium-sized, fair-sized testicles. All our penises were raging hard and dripping with excitement.
Francoise got up, standing on the sling and fed his cock to Aaron. I saw Carter take up a floor-standing position behind Francoise, so he could eat his Francoise anal cunt as he fucked the slung Twink Aaron. I did it with Justin, up feeding his dick to Manny, and I was about to fuck Manny as I ate at Justin’s anal hole and gaping tunnel. He really was quite attractive now, and so much happier, ridding his body of the scars he had endured from his crack head mother (God rest her soul).
As Carter and I both plunged our huge cocks into Aaron and Manny, Justin and Francoise began to fuck the face like crazy with many choking sounds and slobbering semen and spit dripping from their mouths and chins. The two bottom Twinks gasped as Carter and I began our breed. They were able to take our cocks balls deep, no problem, seeing as Gracie had gotten them to 3 fists and arms each. Still tight enough for us both to enjoy the sensations.
In ten minutes of face pounding and ass fucking, we all ejaculated within a few minutes of each other. No semen was spilled outside the body. It was timed perfectly. Justine and Francois came in their mouths as they swallowed every drop. Then they dropped down and slid their well-eaten cunt from Carter and me onto Aaron’s and Manny’s cock, riding them until they orgasmed deep in the boy's cunt, respectively, at the same time as Carter was breeding into Aaron and I into Manny.
We both yelled together, “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK YYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS GGGGGGGGOOOOOO DDDDDD YYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSS FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK GGGGGGOOOOOO DDDDDD.” After we bred each, we switched and flipped the teams and repeated. All of us, so excited, still made the same giant ejaculating white rope snakes one after another after another.
We took a small water break as Nova and Dubh had just finished their mutual dog ass fucking and were cleaning each other up. We all giggled. Aaron and Manny stayed in the sling. I pulled over a 20-litre pail of freshly made X-Lube. The looks of anticipation and anxious pleasure on Aarin and Manny were priceless.
For each 19-year-old Twink to take four hands and arms for the first time, we agreed that Carter and I would get one in first, followed by both from either Justin or Francoise and then the fourth would be our other hand and arm as deep as we all could go until the two Twinks blew streams of semen and cum all over their faces and throats. Going this deep and wide for the first time would cause some pain and slight pink blood ooze, which is normal until the incredible organ stretches and opens fully, giving the two a massive rosebud.
It all went off like a hitch as our boys knelt as soon as they had both arms and hands deep in the guest's bottom boy-cunts. As Carter and I slowly slid into the fourth hand and arm, we decided to go straight to the prostate and seminal vesicle as the other three hands danced in the Twinks ballrooms. We both kneaded those glands like we were mixing dough.
Both Aaron and Manny screamed in pain and pleasure mix, “OOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK GGGGGGOOOODDDDDD IIIIITTT SSSSSOOOO TTTTTIIIIIGHHHHHTTT HHHHUUUUURRTTTTSSSS BBBBBBBBBUUUUURRRRRRNNN PPPPPPAAAAAAIIINNNNNN OOOOHHHHH AAAAAHHHH!
Something is happening! Yes! Oh Fuck! God! Yes! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGOOOOODDDDDD FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK !” Both Aaron and Manny blew massive thick white snake ropes of steaming creamy white semen and cum streams right into each other's face, mouth and throat as we continued to assault their gaping cunt and destroy their prostate and pussies. They could not believe they had done it. They stretched open to take four-person hands and arms past their elbows. We continued to ravage their holes for over an hour until every drop of cum had been milked.
We all collapsed on the bed. Later that night, my dear lover, Carter, showed them how to take six. For the first time with six deep in him to the armpit, not only did his penis ejaculate like a pressurized string can, releasing litres of semen, but a massive sweet slimy fluid blew out of his cunt with litre upon litre as he screamed in the most incredible pleasure he had ever experienced. Even I had never done this…It must be something new? A true Anal orgasm? Wow!
This was our life, and it continued just like all we had written about above, with adventures and sex and more fisting than there are lines in a Hong Kong phone book. We were so happy for decades. We were there for each other through the loss of our parents. We retired when I was 95 and Carter was 65. The sex never slowed down until my final years.
I held on to my love as long as I could until I was 110 years old. Carter was 80 and still looked like he was in his late 50s. I had no disease; my heart was failing from age.
He held me in the king's lounger, kissing me repeatedly as we looked over our favourite site from the Patio of our secret Keep in Happy Valley. Before I took my final breath, he asked, “What am I going to do without you, my love?” Tears dripped repeatedly all over my face and lips from Carter’s wailing sobs.
I answered, gasping, “Train them, Carter, teach them… save them! I am always and forever so in love with you, my everything!” A few more gasps and I was gone. I was cremated and buried on that very secret hillside where we had enjoyed so much fun and pleasure.
Two months later, Carter walked into the Department of Defence and announced who he was and what he had to offer. The younger ones scoffed at him, and he was about to leave when one of the old four-leaf head JTFT Generals stopped him.
He had recognized his name and mine. We were legends, and all thought we had both died. Carter updated them on our life and the short version thereof. A week later, he had his first trial with the best of the best black ops soldiers they could muster. Without doing permanent harm or damage to my 80-year-old lover, SIR O’Connor kicked their 20-year-old apparently trained black ops Twink butts all day long with moves and speed that none could fathom.
A Global revolution was coming, led by the youth. Many were LGBTQ2FS soldiers and in these same militaries who would join the global Twink revolt against the Fascist Tyranny regimes of self-appointed Kings. Carter had expressed patience. Kings die, are forgotten, and are replaced. Legends live forever! Fuck Patience! Now was the Time!
If I were to finish this story title, I would call it now, “Saving the Twink and Saving Myself and Humankind!”
We will not go quietly into the night. There was no stopping the righting of the decades of wrongs. Soon, the Kingdoms and autocrats would fall and be gone. Carter, the petrified boy who poured his heart and soul into love for me, would never be forgotten. I will see him soon in the afterlife. The End, and here is to a better world for all!
