The boy only wanted to succeed. No, only changes the truth. Yes, he wanted to succeed but he also wanted to sex. Well, maybe it wasn't sex because boys don't really know about adult sex yet but this one knew about pleasure - that's it - pleasure. The boy wanted pleasure and got it the usual way, getting stuff. And collecting comix and cards. It worked until the teen who's now dead and his older sister sends bonding letters to my sister in which she sends "her love" to me, well that kid told me all about pleasure where you need a kleenex. So why then did I get married before I became a man? Pretty sure pleasure is somewhere in that answer and the kind you get into trouble pursuing. But did that stop me? As it turns out, luckily it didn't. For all the trouble and all the time wasted, the pursuit of pleasure eventually placed me just exactly where I needed to be and the crazy bonus of that fifty year gigolo via doppelganger thing turns out she's not only living but she's perfection. Who is she? The girl I loved as a kid? As a soldier returning home? As a lounge lizard striking gold? As a businessman on a junket? Ask no further - we both were at that spot by fate, by destiny and pleasure doesn't quite describe the outcome. Oh, there's pleasure but fulfilling ones destiny make that twos destiny is much like planet earth being placed in the exact spot in the universe to become lush and lavish. We are lush and lavish, too, bountiful love mixed with enduring happiness. Hero and heroine of pleasure-seekers everywhere. Gorilla my dreams.