..the perfect model of traditional Japanese wife," replied Kiyoke."I find the concept disgusting...but not for someone who was once amale."Kichi nodde...d vigorously."So, she will remember who she was?" Deep down she will retain knowledge of her old life...but she won't beable to express these thoughts. After a while she will think that shehas always been a woman." I see...but can you make it so she will remember who she was...andwhat she could have had?" Of course. Is there a reason you want her. Music. You won't have your solitude, but maybe you can stand it for one night." You're giving this some thought," I said."Uh-huh," she said, nodding and smiling. "We have the same problem, you and I, Stoney. I don't get any 'alone' time either. And I know that being out here with you isn't exactly being alone, but I get the feeling that what it would be is equally good. Maybe better." Think so?" Yes, I think so. You seem to know how to leave some silence in a moment. And when the moment is. . . which he’d deposited into her incredible pussy. He hadn’t asked about birth control before exploding into her, and she hadn’t told, though she had said after, “I’ve never let anyone do that before”. What that meant, it seemed clear now, was that she’d never had unprotected intercourse to discharge. It also meant that there was a 16-year-old girl in the world carrying his child, and that neither of them knew the other’s name.After wrestling with the moralities, the ethics, the realities. She saw the man in the photo, only he looked older. He was sitting on the bench of a wagon, and she was sitting beside him, reading to him from the book of sonnets. Although the poem she was reading was a love sonnet, she didn’t have the feeling that the man was her lover. Instead, they were discussing the poem, and the man had a sad, faraway look in his eye as she read a particular passage to him. As quickly as it had appeared, the vision vanished. She opened her eyes and stared at the.