Oh, she felt so good against me. I'd thought I'd never feel that again, never breathe in her wonderful aroma."Don't hate me," she pleaded tearfully. "...You know I still love you, don't you? Just -- well -- just not that way?" I know," I choked out, hugging her tight, wanting so much to pleasure her, resigning myself to accepting what she could offer, offering her only what she'd accept. "And I want you to know that I love you as much as ever. I'll always love you, forever and ever, any way you'll. Or at least that was the logic Marissa used on the AI. I'm considered the least educated, and in some ways that is true, of all the members of Marissa's household.Anyway, since I was so demanding of an education now I have three hours of sleep-trainer sessions a day, then I spend another three hours writing out what was in my classes. Or at least doing exercises that help fix the knowledge in my mind. That takes up most of my day. Any other time is spent making sure that I tell everyone else in. How 'bout you?" (Carry is always shy)"I thought you were beautiful... Still do."She reaches up and touches my arm. "Me, too."I inhale deeply, "Are you trying to start things again?" I tease, remembering how it all started the first time."Would you want to?" God yes..." I breathe. We both sit up slightly and she leans into me, I reach forward, place my hand on her cheek, and kiss her gently, she kisses back hungrily. We sat like that naked, kissing, breasts gently brushing against each other,. "Wilma took her husband's hand. "Come on. Let's go back into the suite while we decide what to do. We don't need to be out here in the hall with that wedding going on."Inside, she stopped to carefully watch her husband as he walked over to sit on the couch. "You screwed my brains out a little while ago, and you're walking without any problems that I can see. Your heart isn't bothering you at all, is it?" Not a bit, Baby. I can't remember ever feeling this good. Oh, I guess I did when I was.