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Tue, Jun 26, 2012 at 9:23 AM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Good morning gorgeous,

How are you?  It has been a been a busy morning so far.  I am having lunch with a friend today.  That will be a nice interruption to the day.  He has been unemployed for a few weeks now.  He can be a little morose.  I hope he is in a good mood.  If not, I will have too many beers and will have a hard time working afterwards.

Rehearsal was pretty good last night.  It was a little odd practicing without one of the members.  Doing without the piano is easier than doing without the drums though, so we were able to work some things out.

XOXOXOXO

SNB

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Tue, Jun 26, 2012 at 12:01 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Good morning my Sweetest Sweet!

I'm fine. My back is getting better all the time, but not well enough for me to get back into my work out routine which bums me out, hopefully next week. I'm glad you were able to practice well even without Andy. I hope he will channel his grief into the music, it is the blues after all, instead of let it get in the way.

That's sad about your friend having lost his job. What field is he in? Is there anything you can do for him? Listening is good too, it's so valuable and so often underrated. What do they say? The best conversationalists are the best listeners?

So, there was more news of the freaking school in the NY Times the last couple of days. This time, an Asian guy who thought it was all just fine. I remember finding out about him when I was writing the history of the school for The Newsletter, and thinking, wow, what a cool progressive place to have an Asian on the faculty at that time. Riiiiiight!!!!

Also, there was a most interesting article on Iran by this columnist, Nicholas Kristof, very edifying, and also too funny about how we fuck ourselves up all the time with our foreign policy. Like it's so good to remove our Israeli-loving puppet in Egypt just to replace him with Islamists! The only good thing is that those jews can be a little more scared now.

You keep ignoring the songs I send you. It's your way or no way? Love and Happiness? All right, Love and Happiness it is! : )

I love you. Have a great lunch, I can get to the city at about 3 or 4. Let me know what's good for you.

Here's the link to the Times article on Tehran by Nicholas Kristof in case you missed it. Not-so-Crazy in Tehran

XOXOXO

HFG

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Tue, Jun 26, 2012 at 3:36 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Hello gorgeous,

I read the article.  I am a big fan of Kristof (and Iran).  Iran's foreign policy serves Iran, as it should. 

My friend is a property manager.  I wrote him a letter of recommendation.  There isn't a lot I can do.  Landlords have a different set of values than tenants do.  What is good for the landlord is bad for the tenant.  If I sing his praises as I wish I could, it would work against him.  He is a good guy.  He will be fine.

I probably can't get out until about 4 on Friday.  I could be to the Park at about 4:30.

XOXOXO

Me

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The Loeb Boathouse, Central Park

We went to The Ramble first, our favorite place. We walked not hand in hand, but arm in arm, a lot more plutonic, it seemed.  Eventually, we came to the little brook and sat at its edge. I kicked off my shoes and convinced him to take off his. We stuck our toes into the water that tickled our feet with it's refreshing chill. Hidden by the greenery, we kissed for a long time. I felt his crotch and found it as  hard as ever. That is the thing with Kevin. There hasn't ever been a time when I didn't want to stick his hard-on into my mouth. I have never felt that before or since with another man. I unzipped his pants and he let me. I freed his cock from  his underwear, but couldn't get out much of it, seeing that his underwear was till on. So, I lowered my head onto the tip and stole a few hard sucks, rubbing his balls through his jeans before we heard people approach. He zipped up, and we resumed kissing. Eventually, I pulled out the big white men's shirt I wear as cover against the sun. I went to dry his feet with it. At first, he pulled away from the extravagant gesture, then acquiesced as I dried his toes, and then my own. We finally left our little brook, and walked to The Loeb Boathouse and sat at the bar. We drank glasses of chilled rose that drifted down our throats as playfully as sun bounces on water. We got tipsy, then drunk on the wine and on each other until the big clock in the sky told us it was time to return to reality.
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Tue, Jun 26, 2012 at 9:41 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Goodnight my love.

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Tue, Jun 26, 2012 9:50 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

So early? I was hoping you'll be around to chat : )

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Tue, Jun 26, 2012 at 9:54 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

By the way, you give great head.  I can't get it out of my mind.