My most heartwarming story is when I was crossplaying as Link one year in the Zelda clutch. Anyway, this fellow, in his early twenties I guess, was their with his parents - which I thought was odd even though he was wheelchair-bound. He tooled up to me all excited while his parents remained behind a ways. I gave him a big hug and when he spoke, I realized that he had muscular dystrophy plus some retardation. He explained how Zelda was his favorite and this might be the last time he could meet a real live Link because his heart would give out soon. I was trying very hard not to cry. One thing led to another and pretty soon I had agreed to meet him at a motel room three weeks later. I taught him how to fuck and suck, even squatted over him and pushing his limp member up my asshole with the hilt of my sword and a broken chopstick. We had lots of intimate fun and some laughs, too. I left early in the morning. He had left his wallet in his saddlebag (on the wheelchair) and he had left 180.00 in there, so I really scored that day. Everytime I eat stir fry, I think about him and wonder if his heart ever gave out.