"How about we start you with a cheeseburger and French Fries?" The commander walked over to the microwave. He repeated the order. "What type of drink?..." He turned and looked back at Michael."Could I have," Michael searched his memories for a favored taste, "a root beer?" Michael winced, expecting a reaction.There was a ding. The commander carried a tray to the table. "One replicator special," he placed the tray before Michael. "Salt, pepper, ketchup?" Mayo, ketchup please."Jacob walked back. "Listen, Joanna, it's Saturday and I'm not doin' anything with anyone. Why don't we get together for dinner? I know a nice, quiet place we can go and get caught up. How does that sound?" Okay. Are you sure, Duke?" Yeah, JoJo," I chuckled. "I'm sure." One nickname deserved another, I figured."You haven't forgotten," she said, sounding surprised."Naw. A guy never forgets his first girlfriend. Especially one a good lookin' as you. How about I pick you up a six-thirty. Does Italian food sound. I couldn't see what was going on, but I could unmistakingly feel another body on top of me. Judging by the weight, it must have been Ana (told you I was going to fuck her first!). She was unimaginably tight, and even though this position wouldn't allow her to close her legs, it felt like she was squeezing them together as much as she could. Dannii rolled off of me. I could finally see Ana's body jumping up and down, her face engaged in a kiss with Vicky's. Dannii bent over and brought her head. Then she blurted it out. "Look, it's not that I wouldn't rather be a man -- I would. But I don't think we should waste the token on just swapping back -- returning to the way things were." Go on." What was she driving at, Laura wondered?Mike held up the newspaper with beautiful trembling hands. She had just had a manicure, and her nails gleamed with a lovely shade of red. "I think I would rather use the wish to win the state lottery. I would rather have six million dollars than have my body.