If you are sufficiently following Tony and my email exchanges, you might’ve caught the significant gap between mid-morning Saturday, August 21, 2010, to around the same time period Tuesday, August 24, 2010. That’s partially because we shifted to a textcapade. With his home life how it was, he couldn’t very well park his excellently-shaped derriere in front of a computer for an entire weekend -- “SHE” might’ve noticed. Oh, and my Internet connection was dead, dead, dead, due to faulty underground cables or something.
If you’re curious why I haven’t included every one of our text messages on this site too, well, my State Policeman and I swapped close to twenty-six hundred of them from July 13, 2010 - August 12, 2010, and about the same through the billing cycle after that. Right now it’s mostly a matter of cut and paste from Gmail; if I were to delve into the mobile phone stuff... that’s a hella lotta typing I’d have to undertake! Eventually I will be doing precisely that, though, since in late February, 2011, thanks to his agency’s interference in our romance, Mr. Gattuso and I essentially switched our communicating in writing to only via cellular keypads. I also have audio recordings I want to include here, however I have yet to find a place on the ‘net that will host such huge files for free; I mean, some of them are two, three, or more, hours long. I’ll deal with that issue later, as well. In the meanwhile...
The other reason for the aforementioned lapse is the sexy Special Agent spent a good portion of Monday, August 23, 2010, in person with me. No need to send missives to each other when we are side by side, yes?
You ever find a guy who is so amazing you could listen to him talk about anything and be wholly entranced? I’m sure it seems by the content thus far that Tony and my relationship was predominantly sexual but, really, there were plenty of occasions when our intimacy was not out-and-out physical. The walks in the woods, our hands interlaced... the lengthy drives down country roads, my fingers resting on his knee or thigh... the... okay, you’ll simply have to take my word there were instances that didn’t involve some form of copulation. Granted, the date in reference wasn’t one of those, nonetheless, for the sake of my perspective, let’s just pretend it was. Then again, if we do that, I’d have to skip bringing up that was the same Monday I found out Tony likes to bite -- hard -- during foreplay.
