I continued seeing John, the photographer. We would meet in a designated place in Memphis and then we would usually have lunch together. One time we drove out to Graceland and parked near the famous gates of Graceland. It was a drizzly, overcast day and there were no fans about that day. So we sat in Johns car eating our lunch and talking.
John loved to talk about his travels and especially reveled in telling me stories of South American sexual tribal rituals that he had claimed to have witnessed. He would give a detailed, graphic description of these events, which were presumably meant to make me aroused. I would listen, then attempt to change the subject.
I liked John. He was always willing to listen to anything I had to say. He would try to advise me but never tried to get me to disobey my parents or do anything I didn't want to do. I think he liked me a lot. He wanted to date me in the evenings and meet my family, but I told him they would never accept me dating an older man, and we should keep our relationship as it was. He agreed.
John always told me if ever I couldn't meet him at the agreed time and place we would meet at a certain Memphis drug store. He would repeat this over and over to make sure I understood. He repeatedly told me he didn't want to lose contact with me. I liked John well enough to want to maintain our friendship and didn't have any intention of allowing our friendship to end.