Chapter 6: Bergman’s Story—Hastings
Naturally there was a period of adjustment. Hastings had a home of his own, but to cut a long story short, he decided that since my place was closer to the township, he’d hand his property over to someone else and move in with me.
Ah, those were the days.
After we’d finished moving his belongings, we spent two whole days in bed making love. He was a solid man, muscular and masculine, but he held me so tenderly and his kisses were so soft. When we’d finished making love, he’d stay inside me and gaze into my eyes. He’d be smiling. I’d be smiling. I suspected we were smiling for the same reason—we were so overwhelmingly happy we’d found each other. Those are also things I’ll never forget.
I took him to meet my fathers, riding over on Chester. They were
