Cindy. C-i-n-d-y. Just the sound of her name warms my heart, and, on as worthy a level, gives me an instant, throbbing erection. So I have to be careful not to think of her when I'm in public. In private, though, just the thought of her inspires me to a great f@cking performance with any woman I'm with-who always becomes.. .Cindy. The story of Cindy covers twenty from the time when she and I were nineteen, to now, when we're thirty-nine. I loved her and lost her, but I didn't really lose her, because we kept running into each other again. And when we did, it was like speeding trains, with a sexual energy that had to be felt to be believed. We were fated never to get together permanently, but we were fated to make it. Although we had the same tastes and rhythms and our minds were in perfect harmony, the sex was even more important. We were a perfect fit, like two halves of a whole. In spite of whatever else I did, it became my lifelong quest to put those halves together………..