Fishy and I shared a hotel room facing the Atlantic Ocean and witnessed a sunrise together after making love all night. We also shared a bath, and I wanted to absorb it, to lose myself in the moment. But I couldn’t allow myself the luxury completely. I wonder, as I tell my friends about my random adventures with various men, if I am purposely sharing myself with them in order to develop characters for a book and for no other reason. But I do love Fishy. He lives more passionately than anyone I have ever known.