I feel like part of it, and part of the wood as human animals are supposed to be – one with the landscape and its mad, lush fertility. I no longer c...are if Mutant John wears a condom or not. I feel, with a certainty that defies reason, that I could get pregnant – that I want to get pregnant.I pant with desire and fear…No, not fear anymore, terror – not just of Mutant John, but of everything – a pure stab of existential awareness as if the universe itself has just fingered me. How tiny I am, and. "Annette was right. You love this stuff. Your panties are wet and thatlittle cock of yours is hardly stiff at all. She told me Dan wastraining you to come like a girl. I guess she's right about you beingborn to be a woman. Tell you what, if you don't tell my wife about this,I won't tell your husband that you creamed your panties."He laughed at that, as he released me to sit at the table. Stillgrinning, he motioned at the coffee pot."Looks like it's ready. I like mine black."I was humiliated,. "That isn't an option is it?" she asked."No it isn't. I can't see you getting high," Roger said."Nor can I see you,. That is a compliment by the way," Hillary said."Good, so what are we celebrating. Our first complete week without a murder?" Roger asked."Sure why not. I think I have shown remarkable self control. I might have felt like strangling your skinny ass, but I did resist," Hillary said."In that case we should go dancing," Roger suggested."I think not, I don't dance," she said."So what. His wife remembered our threesome fondly. It inspired her to stay in better shape, hoping for another chance. I could rewrite her to make that happen and...No, no, I had to focus on improving Rainier with tomorrow's edits. Not getting distracted by the women of my church.Varsha Singh strolled by. I frowned, not seeing a wedding ring on the Indian woman's fingers. “Hi, Steve,” she said. “Hey, Sam.”“Hey!” my daughter said, grinning. “How's it going. Bet you wish my mom took you to Vegas this.