And though the charges were eventually dropped after the plaintiff suddenly disappeared from the face of the planet by some strange series of events, it must be known that I really loved Marco Antonelli and only felt that he did not know the true me.

It was a love that began when we were mere children. I treated him with nothing but kindness and love and yet he shunned me. I did what any person who had a teensy drug problem (and I stress the teensy portion of this sentence) would do to get the attention of someone you loved with all your heart, mind and soul. I mean, this type of love was Shakespearian in its fashion.

I went to his home and pleaded my case to him under the pouring rain through his window and serenaded him with the song I had written him. It was beautiful. I mean, walking him home from elementary school every day, carrying his lunchbox and his books, making sure that no bullies took his snack money ... I did everything for that boy and included my pleas in this wonderful song. I used to sniff his sleeping socked feet at nap time when we’d all have to slab out on a matt on the floor during the break in the elementary school day.

I didn’t know what or why I did that back then. I just knew I wanted to do things for him.

Now as an adult I did all those things and a lot more for him. As an adult I live my life for him. And as an adult I broke into his home. The court called in stalking and unlawful entry. They imposed a restraining order. Still I got back in his house the next day.

I found him in a bedroom closet.

"Oh there you are!" I exclaimed after having searched almost every room. I glanced around the interior and saw nothing else that I needed to concern himself with, so I stepped forward and reached out to Marco who was huddled in the corner crying.

Marco opened his mouth in a scream as his big green eyes widened and arms and legs began to thrash in his effort to escape. I belatedly remembered the way he screamed the last time I’d broken in. It had not been my intention to terrify him a second time, but I had done so and now, time was too short to back away and calm him. I simply gripped the swimmer’s-muscled arms and enveloped the slender youth with my long arms. I was hard pressed to maintain my grip without injuring this fragile flower.

Marco was beautiful with short dark brown hair and sea green eyes (yes, not just green, emerald green… no wait, jade green). He had flawless, ivory skin and was very tall and slender (obviously). He was dressed in his black jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt which showed off his fair, toned swimmer’s stomach.

He actually backed away from and, apparently, tried to run … but he ran in the wrong direction! I heard the thud as the boy’s skull impacted the wood that made up the back wall of the closet. I panicked as Marco fell limp in my arms.

I ran my large hands over his head and was relieved to find no blood, but now I wondered how I would get back to my house carrying an unconscious youth. I decided I could have my fun right then and there. So I immediately pulled off his sneakers—immediately growing dizzy as the odor of his size-11 unshod feet hit my nostrils. I sucked on his toes through his slightly damp, smelly socks. Then I removed those socks and sensuously suckled upon his bare toes, wedging my tongue between each digit and licking away every microbe of sweat and odor. I even licked and kissed the soft, sleek soles of my unconscious love’s bare feet until my tongue grew numb!

And as luck would have it, Marco began to come to right about then. I tried soothing him as he slowly regained consciousness, but then I recalled all that I’d done for him … and the fact that he hadn’t been appreciative at all the sacrifices I made to make him happy. I soon became angry. So angry that I stopped soothing and stroking him and thought about punching him back into dreamland.

But he suddenly got a burst of energy and took off running—this time managing to make it out the house and down the street.

Oh, this was NOT over!