They told me how I had died, and we were able to spend time together. That helped immensely,” I answered.“You learned that they weren’t ashamed ...of you.”“Basically. My psychiatrist had some fancy terms for it, but basically, they changed my view of what had happened. I’m not cured, but I’m better.”“Your psychiatrist? I thought you didn’t have any luck with the Veterans Administration doctors.”“I’ve been involved in a few officer-involved shootings here in Matucket, and as part of that, you have. Your name is Tiffany and you're seventeen years old. You 'borrowed' the car from your new pimp. He knows where it is because of the tracker in the engine. He'll be here any moment so you can meet him."Just so you know something about your boss, he's a bit possessive and won't be too pleased that you left him stranded at the clinic. He was quite agreeable when you argued that you didn't want your implants too big, but now he'll probably do what he wants, and he's a real boob man. I expect he'll. Your hand cups the back of my head, pulling me harder against you. I’m in heaven, you’re here! You murmur against my fevered mouth, barely leaving my lips, ‘I had to come back, I can’t bare for you to be here, waiting for me, alone, not even a second!’ My heart nearly bursts at the exclamation of your desire to be with me. ‘I love you so much!’ I exclaim. ‘I was feeling so alone but now I’m so very happy!’ We kiss a bit longer, and then separate. We hold hands as we walk back toward our love. " I leaned over to Jen and whispered in her ear that I had to stay in the pool for a bit, lest I be arrested for indecent exposure, stepping out of the water with a hardon poking out from my waistband! She chuckled, and caressed my cock for a few seconds, which didn't really solve the problem!Eventually, I was able to climb out of the pool, and we gathered up our things and headed upstairs to our room, caressing and touching each other in the elevator. Our "romantic" interlude from a little.