Being homeless has it's advantages when it comes to not having to pay rent. However, I'd love to be able to pay rent, or maybe pay off on a nice home. It's hard to celebrate something like Halloween with cool decorations or by giving out candy at your door when you are homeless! Imagine not being able to have friends and family over for a nice turkey dinner on Thanksgiving. No place to decorate a tree on Christmas.

Thinking I need a new career. I need to find some way to make lots of money without any effort at all. I wish a sugar momma wanted me, but it might have to be some kinda lottery. But then to win I'd have to get over my aversion to gambling. I've been approached to be a pimp several times, actually. Never followed through with it though. Still thinking it is all too much effort.

Imagine for a moment, if you will, that we are locked in a tight embrace, maybe in a Tunnel of Love ride, or in a darkened and scary carnival funhouse car, passing cobwebs, skeletons, ghosts... and you put your soft warm lips to my ear and whisper something, what would you be saying to me? Please make it sweet! I couldn't bear something mean, or even sarcastic right now. I'm so very delicate. What could I do that would make you believe that I love you?

Imagine for a moment we are together, we've had some wine, a nice fire is crackling in the fireplace, we feel a lil' buzzed and suddenly you want to paint a picture of me, a nude painting of me holding a sword while standing on some jagged rocks as an angry surf crashes behind me and my shipwrecked galleon sinks on the horizon all slightly out of focus, but undressing me in paint on the canvas is so sharp and clear on your mind. What are you thinking right now?

Imagine you are nude riding bareback on a beautiful horse, chasing me on my horse through the mist and trees of an English country estate. Your hair slings in the wind and your body crashes into the horse with each gallop. Faster and faster you go coming closer to me with each second. You catch up to me and we jump from our horses to the soft moss by the creek. Rolling down the slope to the waters edge, kissing deeply as my horse mounts yours on the hillside. Your wet hair hangs down and tickles my face as you smile above me. You look into my eyes and through these windows we see to the many lives we've lived that brought us to this moment.

Right now you may ask yourself, why am I so in love with Jerry Lentz and why must I give him my most intimate secrets? What compels me to give myself to him? Why do I feel the need to tell him everything I've never told anyone before? Why must I give Jerry my heart and soul? What magnetic power he holds over me. I sense his power as he stands over me. I look up into his penetrating eyes while kneeling below. Jerry looks into my eyes and I know I am safe, loved, wanted and desired.