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I envy those who have their family or thier mates. I think I am the only single among all my friends. Being mature, I feel sad of my life.

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Author : J.M.
Hello folks, I’m new to this sort of thing and I’m not really sure what is happening to me. See, I am an important man on the corrections scene and I can’t tell anyone else about these horrendously powerful feelings that I can’t conquer. Keep it brief, okay, last summer I was invited on a hiking excursion by one of my subordinates. The hike went well until we were about half way through it. At that particular point in time, my subordinate touched me, in until then where I considered an inappropriate bodily location. To cut to the quick, I discovered feelings that men should not feel toward other men, and I liked what I felt. I don’t know how to write this, but we did the nasty thing. Rather he did it to me and I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t face it at the time, but I liked it. He hurt me because I have never been in the position of a lady while involved in the nasty thing. I hated him immediately but the following months have changed something inside of me and I can’t help myself. When we see each other at work, I feel the urge to kiss him, in the most ungodly places. My wife knows something, I’m sure, because I haven’t been capable of doing the nasty with her since then. I’m over 50 but in great health. There’s not a reason for my failure to fulfill my duty to her, but I, for the life of me, can’t stop thinking of the fine young man who has captured my heart. He’s nearly 31, educated, smart, kind and caring, and single. Oh darn, I wasn’t going to mention names, however, I’m going to ask for a divorce tomorrow, if I have the fortitude, and then it won’t matter. His name is the name that I repeatedly think and which consumes my mind, Paul Hauth, an addictions counselor at the prison where I serve as Warden. My name is Jim MacDonald. There, now I suddenly feel that my head and heart won’t explode. I guess that I simply had to verbalize the entire fact for the intensity to wane. I’m sick with myself and I don’t know what to do. I couldn’t go to a psyche considering that I reside in a small, Montana town. Everyone would know the truth by the next day and Paul and I would be ruined. Coming out of the closet is hard to do. I hope that I don’t complete this and change my mind. If I do, there’s no turning back, I know. I’m a bit reluctant about posting this on the net, but as we all know, it will be lost forever in cyberspace. I feel 100 better already. Thanks for this venue, where I can get this off my chest and be me again, Jim M.