Share this postMay 13th, 1975www.thelasthundredmiles.comCopy linkTwitterFacebookEmailMay 13th, 1975The Last Hundred MilesMay 13, 1975Share this postMay 13th, 1975www.thelasthundredmiles.comCopy linkTwitterFacebookEmailBuried in my own desires I coyly ask Richard to rub my back…“I’m reading” is the only reply I get. My flesh is burning with passion. My guts are on fire with my hunger. “I’m reading” is all he can say.