Sun in the Morning, Son in the Morning

Just writing this story, based on what actually happened that summer five years ago, has had its effect on me. I want to go to bed and dream a little, dream about Bill and me and about what we did after that first kitchen scene that I tried to convey to you as I recall feeling it at the time. It's been a while. Bill married and I guess his wife has kept him satisfied. But he is due to pay me a visit in a couple of weeks ... without his wife. Something tells me that it will be like old times!