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The unbelievably fashionable and stylish sylph that was Mélisande became an acquaintance through Neal. She was a friend he made in childhood, and we had a similar taste for personal flair.

When we first met, Neal and I had organised and executed a successful business trip in the early 90s. We met Alexander, a first-generation NewYorCuban, a fantastic ex-buyer for a prestigious women's retailer. Success for our business now had a showroom on 5th Avenue.

it was slightly cold outside in the Autumn of 1990 and Neal asked: “Would you like to meet my friend Mélisande? I've known her since forever. You'll like her.” I did. She met us at a small restaurant in the Midtown section of Manhattan, and our modest budget allowed only prix fixe dinners. She entered the restaurant in what I thought was a vintage Balenciaga-inspired black A-line wool melton car coat over –then trendy latex tights tucked into architectural blood red conical-heeled booties, exquisite makeup and forties-styled mid-neck length brown hair with blue highlights. Fabulous!

We had a lovely dinner of Veal Piccatta and vowed to be in touch after Neal and I returned to Miami. She did. What Neal didn't share with me was that Mélisande was Joanne, an exotic dancer. I was well and proper intrigued.

She met us on Miami Beach for a summer. I loved that she would betray Neal by provoking me sexually. However, I was committed; couldn't cheat on one of my few ex-bisexual comrades.

After Neal and I ended, she took Neal's side of our relationship. Didn’t see, nor did I know about her again until I found Neal on LoveBook decades later and asked about her. She had become a famous DJ. Excellent for her. I had also found Helmut online, but everyone from that part of my life had drifted away from me successfully.

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After some time together with Helmut, I went out with him on Miami Beach to look for other men to share together. Our routine was fairly consistent: we woke up together, perhaps had sex, then went out to restaurants. Evenings were spent at clubs in full predatory mode.

That night in a club just on Washington Avenue on Miami Beach we both found Neal, a fit guy who was shaped with a lean musculature after being an equestrian for years. Neal was drinking a Long Island Ice Tea, which I also bought for Helmut and I. Getting him drunk took another highly-alcoholic drink, after which Helmut and I took him in a cab to the Marina, to Helmut's yacht for sex. Shamefully, my opening line was: “hey, how's tricks?” He replied: “Not doing much at the moment. You came in with a friend, yeah?” I explained that I was horny as hell, and I wanted to hook up at my friend's. He agreed to come with us.

However, Helmut saw Neal's furry body, and he declined to join us. Neal was too drunk to perform and excused himself. The following day, I received a dozen red roses and an invitation for dinner, just Neal and I. Helmut could see my surprise shining on my face. It's possible that he knew then that I was happy to have a suitor with a romantic streak. I must have hurt Helmut, but he didn't show it. I think I resented that.

The following night I had a wonderful first dinner with Neal. He was very detached and even nervous, as if he'd never… Well, he confirmed I was his first male sexual partner. Up until the night at the bar he was going out with two Argentinian sisters. Dog!

He was renting a flat on the beach, just off the club strip, on Michigan Avenue. We went there and had furious kissing, all throughout the amazing sex.

As much as I loved Helmut, he had been attached to a younger man he also met at a club, and I didn't see longevity in our relationship. I didn't know if I was ready for someone new, but I didn't care.

For the next six years, Neal and I went from his coming out to his parents to living together. In the second year we formed a women's manufacturing and wholesale business, after Neal saw my fashion designs. My time as a wardrobe stylist inspired me to create fantastic clothes. I fell for him so hard, despite his verbal and physical abuse.

Neal loved me desperately, so he and I paid an attorney to process a National Interest Waiver, after our first opportunity to outfit actresses and models as extras in a dream sequence filmed on a runway, in which the Director suddenly asked of me to dive at the end of the sequence into the pool on which the runway was built. The Chief Costume Designer wrote a glowing letter of recommendation. Two more signed character recommendations by retailers we worked with guaranteed my Permanent Residency. My student visa had expired after I finished my College education, and I am ashamed to share that I remained in the country illegally. After paying monstrously high fees, the approval of my Residency changed my life forever.

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