Cody,

It seems we are destined for a series of bizarre experiences, and tonight was no exception. I couldn't focus all day at the firm; I put off several clients, claiming I had food poisoning, and just sat in my office staring out the window. People ran by on Market Street below, tiny and hurried.

I kept imagining the scene that would come: stepping from the dark street onto the path behind the reservoir, and spotting your pale shape in the water swimming toward the bank. You would shimmer under the light of the moon, or so I imagined. And then you would rise from the lake, water streaming from your hair, and you'd wrap your wet limbs around me. But imagination and reality turned out to be quite different.

Normally, I am not an anxious person. I can defend violent criminals before skeptical juries and charm hardened police officers into providing me with information. But my stomach was solid with nerves as I rode Muni underground to Forest Hill and emerged from the station.

The night was warm and fragrant. Laguna Honda Hospital loomed on the hill above the road, and I briefly wondered if I belonged among its psychiatric patients for coming to meet you. I quickly found my way along the boulevard to the reservoir, and then to the track that circles the water. I stood there behind the lake, stunned by how quiet that part of the city can be. Soon I heard splashing noises, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see ripples moving across the surface.

I was certain you caused those ripples, but I could not find you. It was as though some invisible animal churned the water, or a strange, hard wind. I stepped down to the lake's edge, sliding in the mud in my leather shoes, but my view was no better. The water seemed to move on its own, and you were nowhere to be found.

Then, hoping you would see me, I flickered my little flashlight. But you did not emerge.

Something happened then that I'm a little embarrassed to admit, but if I don't write it here, I wonder how I would ever tell you. I knelt down by the shore, water lapping my knees, and touched the surface with my fingertips. It was cold and still rippling, but the sensation made me gasp with pleasure. All the times I imagined what it would be like to touch you, this is what they felt like.

My cock grew hard as I skimmed my hand across the water. I felt as though warm fingers stroked me -- subtly, but knowingly enough that I orgasmed within minutes, right there, my palm against the lake.

Was it you? I want to believe it was.

Cody, I am not prone to superstition or supernatural thinking, but I'm beginning to wonder whether we have been together already. Perhaps something is making it impossible for us to see each other, at least outside of the tunnels.

That's why I am asking you to stay where you are -- I'll come find you. Soon.

Hassan