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Well, Inyork and I had our fling, but it was not meant
to last. I couldn't help but think of poor Keraldo, his tiny hands shielding his face, yelling
"No, no, no... please don't hit me there," as mighty Inyork pummeled him. Being a gentleman, Inyork obliged,
and kicked him in the groin instead, which strangely seemed to have no effect on Keraldo. I found this
fascinating, and couldn't stop thinking of him. The next night Keraldo called me up and asked
me to a party. Inyork and I had always said there'd be no strings, so being the swinging bachelor
girl that I am, I
of course said "yes, Keraldo, let's go." We went to a lovely home, and Keraldo introduced
me to many of his nice friends. He had such a wonderful rapport with them. At about three o'clock
we went back home and played cribbage 'til dawn. |
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The next day, Keraldo invited me to watch him play tennis. He looked so cute in those tight
shorts and that pretty pink shirt. I don't know much about tennis, so Keraldo explained it
to me. I was so impressed by how well he hit the ball into the net! What a man! Yes, mighty
Inyork has those tremendous muscles, but Keraldo has the grace of a gazelle. This photo shows
us at the tennis court. Notice what a wonderful rapport the two boys have.
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When I heard Keraldo mention something about a ring, I got so flustered. Wasn't this all moving
so fast? Hadn't we only just gotten to know each other? Well, silly me, it turned out that
the ring Keraldo meant wasn't a wedding ring, it was a boxing ring! I wonder -
is he training to take on Inyork? Keraldo looked so
cute in those tight shorts. Isn't it nice of that man to help him get dressed? I offered
to help, but he said Brad was trained to dress him and that he didn't want him to think his job
was in jeopardy. They have such a wonderful rapport. That night, Keraldo and I stayed up all night
playing cribbage and laughing like a couple of schoolgirls.
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I don't know where life will take us -
I'm a busy actress, and Keraldo is busy butting into people's lives -
but maybe we can make things work. We discussed writing a book together - it
will be called either "You're OK, I'm Fabulous" or "I'm Fabulous, but Who the Hell are You?"
Maybe we'll travel to Graceland in an Airstream... Time will tell, but no matter what, we'll always have Fremont. |
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