Yes. Crazy I am!!

I can believe that last night I spent more than 5 hours playing with my new computer what means I just slept 5 hours. The good about that is for first time in a long time I really enjoyed go late to bed. And as always the girls couldn’t believe it, so they said me
– Hey, go to sleep. You are crazy girl!

I don’t remember when it was the first time that someone called me “Crazy girl” but if there is something what I am pretty sure it is I have heard it my whole life and I will hear it until I die.

But, why do people around me call me like that? I don’t know perhaps because just a person similar to me

• Has a brownies and coke as a breakfast
• Doesn’t take off the socks to have sex – that is just in Colombia (of course in Australia it is impossible do it) - and watches Cartoon Network when s/he is fucking – specially Tom and Jerry, Powerful girls, Ben 10 and obviously Scooby Doo’s adventures
• Takes off his/her shoes to work – I miss that, I used to work in an office and more than once suppliers caught me with no shoes on
• Is in love whit a man who lives thousands miles far away from here, and uses a code to communicate to him that the poor man doesn’t know
• Gives name and surname to a sex toy like if it were a real person
• Blogs in a language different from her mother tongue
• Smokes when she is close to a heavy smoker because of her/his allergic to cigarette’s smoke
• Brushes her teeth with hot water
• Drinks beers with salt and wine with sugar and gets drunk just with three of beers or one glass of wine
• Eats green mango with lemon juice, vinegar , condensed sweet milk, pepper and salt
• Is attracted by a 29-years-old pregnant blonde girl with deep blue eyes. Yes!! I am not lesbian, I am pretty sure of that, but I can stop watching at this girl who is my Learning Skills instructor. I don’t even know how to describe this attraction but she makes me forget about Scooby. That is the reason which I think it is not friendship chemistry and you know what? I think she has the same sensation because we look for each other in our break times just to say Hello or to have a cup of coffee together. So far the situation is enjoyable more than worrying, I hope it doesn’t change in the future

The lesson: madness is like a dressing in a salad, without it every day is just a number in the calendar. I need to be a crazy especially when I can’t reasonably explain why weird things happen.

Like a child with a new toy

Juhu!! After solving many inconvenient I finally got my new laptop. That is a great news, it mean I can post more frequently in my blog, do my assignments on line and have more fun .... Perhaps, I can find a boyfriend but the problem is I would be more isolated that I used to be...

Anyway, I am having so much fun learning about my new computer. I really like it and being isolated is something I have to think about...

The lesson: Perhaps computers have an advantage versus humans. They never complain and do whatever you want.

Sailor women (Part II)

So I pull down his pants and desperatly tear down his underwear as an starving looking for food. I take his dick in my hands and softly I caress it rubbing it till makes it strains up then just on my knees I try to reach it with my mouth, so my tongue is trying to cover it all, I lick time by time from the head till his balls. Oh, God!! the ships movement from side to side makes the experience a fight for keeping myself in my place and finish that I start.

Wow!! what a beautiful scene. His dick has grown up beautifly, I kiss it and then I slide it into my mouth, I can neither breath its head is on my throat, I furiosly suck and suck and suck once, twice, three times. I lick, kiss and suck while one of my hands is playing with his balls. He is almost mine. I am excited, my pants are wet - so wet. He has one hand on the rudder and the other is in my head caressing my hair, but he cant control himself so he push my head against his hips. I can feel it He is nearly coming so fastly he throws me down and rip my panty, jumps on me putting his dick inside me and stars to screw me.

I dont know where is the ocean it it is inside or outside the ship, neither what it is happen around me, who is controlling the boat: I dont care. Scooby is fucking me hardly, his hands are everywhere his dick is inside me

I am on the sea of pleasure sailing...

The lesson Dreaming doesnt have any charge. So why stop doing it!!

Sailor Women (Part I)

Such a beautiful surprise I have had. By coincidence I found Scooby surfing the internet when I was trying to do my first assigment on line yesterday. We talked about many things nothing important as always but I really enjoy the chat we had. Among everything we talked about sex, very short chat which made things about fantasies.

What a pity!! I really have a bag of fantasies but shamely the only one who is on them is the stupid Scooby... I am really confused about if I am in love with him or with his dick. Anyway, there is no time and opportunity to make this fantasies come true...

Oh my God!!!! Since I talked to Scooby I havent been able to stop thinking about how it would be giving to him a blw job while he is sailing. Imagining myself being on my knees in front of his dick makes me aroused. He is taller than 185 cm and I am just 15 what means I would be nearly begging to His royal highness Scooby s Dick for let my mouth be his throne for a while.

Oh, yes!! This is the perfect image. He is standing up in front of the rudder, as usual his legs are pretty separated one from other. I on my sailor disguise (very small white short and a sexy blouse with a deep neckline - not to much - that allow Scooby has a great view of my boobs) slipping on all fours into his legs. Then as a wild cat I place myself in front of his dick surprising him. He looks down at me and becauses He can read what I want without any word and using his eyes, he tells me Do it!! It is all yours!!

..... To be continued

Failures are an opportunity for forgiveness

That is life!! After three weeks finally some issues I was worried about have been solved thank God. Finally I could get my new visa (Oh God!! to get it was nearly a delivery work) for two more years. So, get ready Australia, I am ready to rediscover you.

Additionaly, the surgery is supposed my mother would had this week was postponed till we get the new test's results. To be realistic everything will be Ok. She is very healthy - much more than me- so nothing to be worried about.

Another good news was that finally I could talk to my sister, I can believe that her birthday was exactly three weeks ago but she refused to answer any incoming call. Shit!! I didn't understand what the hell was happening!! Anyway, after three weeks I got an explanation about the past circumstances; what really made me sad it is the fact that she was going apart from the family because a mistake she made.

Poor girl!! She forgot we are a team. Our family doesn't work properly if one of us is not good at all!! Anyway, there are some concepts you can not forced people understand them as in this occasion.

That makes me think about how difficult is to make people understand how much you love them and how much you are willing to endure because of love.

Doesn't matter what was the stupid mistake, she forgot that we are not perfect as a family but we know the only valuable things we have it is each one of us. Yes, sometimes we disagree about any thing, sometimes each one is looking for its own space and way of living, sometimes each one only wants is to enjoy life, get experiences, make mistake ... Just grow up!! But she forgot it.

What a pity! Everybody was looking for her, everybody wants to enclose her with love and forgiveness, everybody loves her...Everybody is concerned about her. And she is hiding herself from us because she is ashamed of herself... Bullshit!! You can not refuse love because of shame. You can not hurt people you love and whom love you because you are not able to forgive yourself.

I hope she realizes soon that failures are an opportunity for forgiveness, an opportunity to experience true love. In circumstances when you fail, the only option you have is get up, clearing your mind and step forward without looking back. The people who is with you at that time to help you to continue walking because you are not strong enough, those people are who really love you. You dont have to say thanks or apologize or give explanation because they just want you let them help, nothing else.

I understood that four years ago, perhaps my sister understand it one day...!! Who knows?

The lesson: Don't accept love and forgiveness is make a new wound to yourself. Failures are chances you must be able to take advantage of.

Her name's Happiness, her colour's a rainbow

Tonight I had a marvelous surprise, for few minutes I watched a video made just few days ago of my Little Princess dancing. She was amazing! I can't even believe how much she has grown up so far and how beautiful she looks. She has also became a great dancer, she's so graceful and such a talented girl and her body is so elastic making her movements almost perfect.

Oh God! I have missed her so much but I didn't realise before that when I see her beaming smile all around me has a new meaning. She is the colour of my days, she is the rainbow that raise up on the sky after the storm to remind me there is always a new pact, a new beginning, a new chance and forgiveness.

My Little Princess is the sense of everything I do, I mean every reasonable and logic act of my life - remember I am crazy. The only person I have renounced to be close because of love.

Yes!! I do really love her but I was aware her needs to grew up under her mother's care and instructions. My Little Princess, my treasure, my daugther!! You must wonder how if it is supposed I can't have an baby. But She was conceived in my heart. She is the only pure thing I still have. Ages before she was born I dreamt about her and I have loved her since then.

First time I had her among my arms I couldn't even breath. She was gorgeous, breathtaking!! Her little and soft hands around my thumb, what a such fascinating experience!! Her litlle eyes, and soft skin, her delicate body. She was like a doll made of the finest porcelain.

Nevertheless, She was also strong. The delivery work took a long time more than 12 hours, as same as her mother She nearly dies. But she was a warrior, a fighter so she fought hardly for her life. It seems to me It was just yesterday the day I hug her and she placed herself in a place inside my soul where nobody else can be, where no one else can reach her.

Beside her I understood for being mother it is necessary something more than just love, you need mountains and mountains of patience, I also realised I wouldn't be as good mother as I want to. I noticed I would make the same mistakes my mother and sisters has made (those I have strongly criticized) as a mothers. As well I discovered perhaps she is the only child over the world I want to be her mother.

But life is not easy and though I seriously considered about a legal adoption She is not my daughter.

You have no idea how painfull was teaching her call her real mother Mommy instead of me. Yes!! She used to call me Mama even though she knew I wasn't.

Writing is taking my deepest feeling out again. As you can see my life is not only about frustrated relationships with men, nor a broken heart because a men I didn't mean anything to him, neither loneliness or solitude, it is as well all these pure emotions I don't frequently talk about that I reserve just for me to don't contaminate them.

The lesson: Even a crazy girl can think with lucidity and love rationally though that means be apart from the person her deeply love.

Hurra for the 13th of July

Every one has a favourite number to which one uses to associate lucky or fortune - sometimes unlucky events.

In my case, it is not number, to be more exact it is a specific date 13th of july. This is not my country's independence day neither a public holiday to celebrate a national hero's deed. This is the day when three men from my list were born Scooby (1973), Darious (1974) and Coco (1976).

In my very humble opinion and bearing the past and recent events in mind, it should be banned this day in the calendar as well as being born on it. I admit I am being a little bit exagerated and ungrateful person after all those men aren't monsters, psycos, serial killers or something similar, and being objectives perhaps they were my victims (ha, ha, ha, poor boys!! ask them how difficult it was for them to get of rip of me).

So, I will add two new elements to my history - or stories - and Let me introduce Coco and Darious. (Scooby is another question).

COCO

We grew up together as we used to lived in the same neighbourhood, the same street and nearly at the same house (ha, ha, :-)). He was my first love, the first guy i kissed. My feelings for him had the quality of the real first love: Purity, naivety and a lot of expectation.

At that time, I was convinced he would be my husband (such a naive girl I was having ideas about marriage, maybe I was already crazy). As my others boys Coco was talented, dancing and singing were his passion, but definitly I rather prefered his talent for dancing - maybe influenced by the popular thought inside my culture that great dancers are always great lovers. Shit! Just now I realise I missed out a very good fucker!!

The best, the worst, the sex.

The best

Living the emotion of first love.

The worst

He was so cruel to me. For few weeks I didn't have any new of him, so I was worried about him. We used to meet even for few minutes every day just to let know each other everuthing was Ok, but he disapperaed for two weeks and none had any idea what had happened. After look for him desperatly I finally met him (what a big mistake)

- Are you ok what happened to you I hant seen you for a while- I asked

- I am ok. But I dont want to talk to you any more. - He replied

- Why? - I asked

- Game over. I was playing but I got tired. You were just a toy, a counter. - He blatantly answered

As I say in spanish "Me senti como un culo... " (I felt myself like an ass, nothing good, of course) Great way to finish my first love story. I was devastated!! It was so painful too.

That is was the end of the story but the beginning of my career as a colector of frustrated relationships with men.

The sex

Fortunately, we didn't have sex. Although Coco was my first love he wasn't my first lover and that is something I don't regret.

My first time was simply beautiful and I think Coco was not the rigth person for that. He asked me many times to have sex, but I was a little girl, I was prepared to have my first boyfriend but not to have sex.

Also at that time I was a differente person from who i am now, my expectations about marriage, sex, children, family among others were completly diferent from nowadays. I believed in virginity and have sex just with your husband. I was a child with a bag of illusions that he destroyed because of fun

The lesson: Love is a game that is only funny if you are not the toy to play with.

DARIOUS

I really have no emotional relationship with Darious. We met in the school and I thought he was into my korean classmate. I was thinking in other man, so I had no eyes, neither hear or any sense for other person.

I loved a man I wanted to forget about plus I hadn't had sex for long time., and such a stupid girl I was .(what's the hell you don forget how a man touches you because another one is coming to fuck you) Darious was there looking for some action, he was smart, friendly and that's it.

He asked me - you wanna fuck?

and after several days thinking of it, my answer was

- Yes!! Why not..? - I thought.

So we did.

We didn't have any interest in common neither a friend. The story was very short (for me too long) thank God.

The worst

We were using each other as a sexual toy. In addition Darious was married. I knew that months later from our " fucking session " but I think if he would have let me know that before I had found very exciting having sex with him. But the worst was how much I hurt myself, I am not like some of my friends who have sex with whoever they meet in a nightclub. I am not like them (but I would like to be) so the only I got it was so much pain and betray myself, my feelings, my believes and even my body.

The sex

We had sex just once. It wasn't something special on the contrary it was pretty disgusting. We didn't kiss and caress each other. No hugs or something similar. Literally we fucked as a wild animals and because we didn't have another option. I mean no other person.

I didnt enjoy I didn't even come. The situation was quite frustrating for both of us I was the whole time thinking of another man. We were doing doggy style, he was on my back and just when he came he pull me back by my hair very strongly that I thought I lost my long hair. My head pained for a while but at the same time this was the only pleasant moment I had that stupid afternoon, a delighted moment just one that made me change my sexual fantasy.

So, when we finished I run to take a quick shower, he asked to go with me.

- No way. Are you crazy, man? - It was my answer

Poor guy! Sorry, but indeep he deserved it, he made me feel like his inflatable doll.

Few days later, I looked for Darious a couple of time to ask him for sex again -of course,
the answer was not. There was not atraction between us - but I confess that my real objective was have the same sensation I had when he pull me by my hair. I felt as I would have been punished but the punishment gave me pleasure. I started to find pain very delightful.

The Lesson: Don't fuck with someone you don't like. If you need some sexual action it is better use your sex toy, It would be more satisfactory.

Having a quick look

In my eagerness for keeping myself bussy -in order to deal with my broken hearth- I have returned a very old habit I had, READING. During the last month different kind of books has passed by my hands about knitting, self-esteem, relationships, religious issues, God, and of course sex - but the topics I rather prefer are sex and religious issues.

Paradoxically, these two are opposite. I dont understand why if both of them are sublime and necessary for any adult human being in process of continued growth. Plus if you truly know the meaning of real sexual life you should know sex is placed in another level different from just a physical necessity; exactly the same that religion. Because you can't have life just in one sphere when you are an integrated person wiht a soul, a spirit an a body. You must satisfied all of them.

Oh God!! What am I saying? If my mother, brother, sister or any memeber of the church I used to be active part of (yes!! I was a consumate christian, but as I will explainin the future I renounce my religion, but not my God) could read this, for sure they would kill me.
Back to the point I have found two great books which have captivated my attention:
Girl with a one-track-mind, It nothing related to religion but it is simply enjoyable, exciting and entertaining. If its author really experienced all the acnedoct she describes on it she makes me green envy. I dont even have 10% of her experience. She became one of my hero and I am actually a fan of her blog.

Dirty Words is for some one like me who is discovering the wealth of a language as English. I found it just fascinating.


I am not promoting this books, Ok?? There is not any financial interest in my comments about them but why dont share a pair of books which have given such a fantastic fun like I have had reading them so far?

As I use to say "There is nothing comparable to read a good book, while good background music is been playing and you are having a glass of hot wine". Oh!! there is something better than that it is having the best sex of the world with the person you love. For now, I will have to wait for it

Big boobs, small boobs

For the last three months I have been lost weight apparently because of my stress level and my no relaxing routine. I have lost sizes as well. I have came from size 8 to size 5. What mean I am getting slimmer day by day. I know in my case another women would be pleased, but sorry I am not. And as It is known when you lose weight and size you do in your whole body reason by which my hips, my waist and my boobs are smaller now.

That is not a great new for me. I used to be the girl with the biggest tits in my family and also among my friends. At home, for example you could easily identify my bras because they used to be the huge ones (size 36B) in comparisson to my sister, my nieces an my mother (size 30A, 32A and 34B). I was traumatized about that, also buying a bra for me was a tragedy (finding the rigth one it wasnt a piece of cake).

And not being enough have big boobies I have three nipples, Yes!! Three instead of two like a normal girl. What is a shame is that none of my former lovers has known how to take advantage of this (I think they didnt even realise it). This was too much for me.

I really hated my breast! You must wonder why. Let me explain. In the region of my country where I grew up it is pretty common to see beautiful girls with nice shape, big hips, long legs but not with big boobs. In fact, I was a freak between all those women. Nevertheless my breast was also admired by the most of men around me. At least something good but not goog at al. In more than one occasion I had to say to my interlocutor "Hey! Come on. Look at me. My tits can not talk" or "If you weren't breast-fed enough when you were a baby, sorry but let me tell you I can't help you because they have no milk".

So, for all these reasons and more I wanted ton change it. I visited even a plastic surgeon to have a surgery to make my breast normal (a little bit smaller) but when one of my sisters almost lose one of her boobies because of a tumour I changed my mind.

My sister's case showed me that the most important fact is self-acceptance. It doesn't matter how big or small is your breast if you just love it. She liked hers so much and suddenly she was facing the possibility of lose part of it. She never complained about. She wasn't happy at all but she didn't make a drama of her situation as I did.

This morning when I was putting my clothes on I really missed my faithful friends specialy after discover I had been filling up my bra to make them look as they were before. I questioned myself - Who does undestand women?If their breast is small they would prefer a big one, but if their breast is big so they want a small one.

Finally, I got a smaller breast and I didn't have to pay for it. But i do miss it not because I can show off them, just because they are part of me, part of my identity.

The lesson enjoy your boobs as they are. Their size is just unimportant details that added to others make you an unique women. I did understand it.....

I am unique so....

I WANT MY BOOBS BACK !!!

Big girls don't cry

Or I am not a real girl or I am not enough big to make this phrase come true into my life, because for umpteenth time I find myself swimming into a sea of tears.

- Oh! NO!! Come baby!! Stop! I am really sick of this. Didn't your mother teach you that just silly girls cry for no reason? - I though in aloud voice.

- Surely, nothing really transcendental has happened. So, what do you punished yourself in this way for? - I asked to myself.

And you know what? I was right. The situation was not becoming better, on the contrary I was putting myself into a non-sense status of perpetual sadness.

- So, why don't you put an end to this situation? - I added - Do something very drastic. Why dont you shoot yourself using a banana, or get intoxicated by a ton of fine chocolate, or perhaps you sould hang up yurself with a spider web, or being run over by a toy car, or maybe cut your vains with a crayola, or drink fruit cocktail till your neurons drown in alcoholor or at worst find someone to fuck with until tiredness kills you. But do something. Just inert beings don't change and remember in evry instant of life opposites are both involved, without one doesn't exist the other. Without sadness theres is no happiness.

- Ha, ha, ha. - I was laughing at my inner-voice.

Talking to myself was a very pleasant experience after all, specially because at the end I was laughing at my own huminity, my own tragedic which became in a joke. An d also I discovered that big girls cry as well as they love, they breath, they smile, they live, because it is part of the human nature. The point is when you are crying take a breath and make a pause to laugh at the situation, at yourself, at everything.

Now I know I am BIG GIRL because I was able to do it and I have learnt a beautiful lesson:

"Sweet tears come after bitter ones". So, wait for them. I assure you.

The balance of the week

One week has passed since Scooby left the country. To be the first week trying to survive a depression it was pretty good. I have no complain about it. Finally, i completed my enrolment at university, so i am officially an MPA student.

I don't deny that i almost have a heart attack when i receipt my Law business student guide (it is huge).

Another great things was that finally I could see a marvelous sunset plenty of colours and sounds. Scooby used to say that sunset on Goldcoast are beatiful, nevertheless for me they were boring until this week.... It was simply breathtaking!! Sea smell life and peace was easy to breathe.

Unfortunatelly, my cam wasnt the most appropiate to take a good picture, but at least i tried. This is the image i coul catch...

I don't know what made it special, it the same bridge i use to walk every day to go to work, but as the sky was becoming darker the sensation of calm was coming to me... I felt myself as i would have been watching a little child drawing.... The art is just enjoyable if you see it whit your hearth eyes

A kookaburras (australian bird) came to visit me at my work place, that was fabulous!! it was first time i saw a bird like this so close and for more than 20 minutes. I was stunned, i didnt know what to do. at the beginnig i was afraid but then i became relaxed and just enjoy such a beautiful animal close to me, i was tempted to touch it, but i didnt. One of my co-worker tryed to do it, but the bird just flew.

I got also my happymeals, an Ice age toy inside. Next week, i am going to watch the movie, the girls are going with me. For this weekend just enjoyed a couple of movies in spanish is enough.

Finally, calm is coming and time and nature are allied to help my wounds get healed. I hope the scars won't be deep. Time is passing by.... what is waiting for me tomorrow?? I dont know. we will see...!!

One More getting married

Yesterday, my feelings got down drastically. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I felt such a deep sadness again this time without any known reason. I was strongly tempted to cry and my body was even reacting to this symptoms in a very unusual way, i had a strange pain in my chest. Literally, my heart hurt.

I managed myself to avoid the pain tqking some pills, I don't really know if it worked, but after few minutes i got better. I did remember the commitment I made to myself: Stop suffering. So, I just changed my attitude, changed my clothes and went out.

Once on the street, i walked and decided to give a buzz to my mother. I already knew in Colombia it was midnight but i didn't care about. I did need to hear my mother's voice, i needed it to forget about my inexplicable condition.

What a surprise!! after being talking to my mother about family and her health for more than 20 minutes, my mother just told me that "elflaco" is going to get married next weekend. "I can't believe it!" that was i said. Certainly, deep down something was awaken, i didnt recognise what (waybe envy, i don't know). After hanging up, only one idea was kept in my mind: One more man from my list is getting married and I am still doing the same (kissing frogs to find my charming prince).

EL FLAKO - The story

To continue with my self-evaluation and the reconstruction of my history (remember the purpose of this blog is find the truth about myself) let me tell you what was the role played by Elflako in my life.

I don't really remember when I met him for first time but I think we know each other since we were children. As a rare thing on me, this man is part of my family (don't worry, he isn't my brother) nevertheless sexual relationships between two family members aren't allowed. Neither i have any idea about when was the last time i saw him before 2001. But for reasons i won't explain - it is not my cup of tea- he had to flee from his city and my brother offered my mother's apartment as a refuge for him.

At the beginning, I really hated the idea the situation of having him, a totally unkown leaving among us (5 girls), but as time passed by we became close friends and then something else.

I was in love with this man I didn't notice how much i liked him so, so much. We spent some months together as a friends before becoming something else. One day he needed search on internet and because he couldn't do it at home I just offered my office where he could do it with any inconvenient. So, he went to my office and after chattin for a while silence became present between us. Something had changed. We kisses each other. We knew it was wrong...

And this is the beginning of the story that nearly kill me six months later.

His appearance

He is nearly 20 cm taller than me, thin, honey-colored eyes, black hair, slim moustache, nice arse and very sad look that made him seems interesting. He was very masculine.

The best, the worst and the sex

The best...

• He gave flowers. The best one i have ever never seen in my life. It was just one rose but i couldn't ever forget its smell and colour. It was simply gorgeous.
• He wrote a love letter for me. How forget about it. That was the day before he told me we broke up. One week later i discovered he already was dating a copule of girls.
• If a called him to come to make me company he inmediatly came. He made me feel safe and accompanied
• We used to talk so much ( i love talking)
• I liked his arse, his hands and his fashion style (specially when he wore the yellow shirt with the blue jeans. that turned me on)
• He was very good kisser
• As a musician he was very talented. He used to play the guitar and he played for me in my graduation party

The worst

• At that time He didn't have any job, so the most of the times I had to pay the bills
• I always though he was a loser and i did treat hem like that. finally he couldn't stand it
• Indeep we knew our relationship had no future
• Family was against us
• He was still in love with his ex-girlfriend (the woman he is married next saturday)
• In my opinion, he was liar, mean, good-for-nothing, lazy...

The sex

• For sex, he was really good. Oh boy!! It was beautiful. We had a lot of fun together and I did many sexual, stupid and enjoyable things for first time in my life with him. I liked having sex with him because he was strong and delicate at the same time in bed. Good combination!!
• He was my second lover and also the first man i gave a blow job. The experiencie was exciting!!
• We touch each other genitals in public places such buses, cinemas, everywhere.
• I really loved the way he kissed me. Specially when he kissed my navel (i got orgasm just letting him doing it)
• We had sex in my office many times, so my job was occasionally a little bit wet specially the computer desk, my main desk, recpetion chairs, the archive, and of course the photocopier machine.
• The great about sex was that he has been the only man i have made coming five times in the same afternoon. This is an experiencie that neither him nor me have repeated