Ashley flashin

I was in shock when I saw what Anne exposed when she undressed, but I’ve
got to admit it, she did warn me. We met six months ago at a meeting of
the local support group for survivors of AIDS. The group was hosted by
the local Metropolitan Church, but don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay. I’d
joined the group after the death of my previous lover; when we’d started
living together, she’d never told me that her previous lover was bi, but
now she’d paid for it with her life. Now, I thank God that we’d always
used condoms.
Anne was very withdrawn when she first joined the group; she said that
she was an artist, into jewelry design, but that she usually worked as a
sales clerk in a jewelery store because her artwork didn’t support her.
When she explained that she’d just arrived from Chicago, having fled the
city when her best friend was diagnosed with AIDS, I’m sorry to say that
we weren’t a very supportive group.