I was socialable at work, but avoided social situations. Workprovided a structure. I still wasn't sure exactly how I should actin more intimate sett...ings. There were always little questions.Someone asked if I'd ever been to Arizona. I had or rather "he" had.But Suzanne hadn't and I had to consider my answer. I just said'yes.' One woman asked when I started smoking. I lied and told herI was a rebellious teen at parochial school. "I guess I was 15," Isaid. Slowly, I was creating a past. And oh my God, he realized she'd done that too. She'd had oral love with him.No! Her Swedish pride screamed a shaking finger at her. She couldn't go down there and embarrass herself in front of him. But damn! Roger was all she had now, and she couldn't stand to lose him too. Instead, she would take another sleeping pill, count sheep, and cry herself to sleep. But never, never would she humiliate herself in front of him.The pill sipped easily down her throat and she turned off the lights... One. If I actually wanted a girlfriend, I could find someone better looking than Sharon, without the drama, and without her thinking that I’m an asshole. She’s a sassy bitch, but she’s no dummy, she’s actually pretty smart. I actually stopped, in the middle of the sidewalk, at the intersection of Rose Street and Lyndhurst Place. Damn, maybe Sharon is worth more than just a quick, rough fuck. I mean, I know that she’s had some hard knocks in life, so have I. What would happen if . . .? I turned left. In a large well decorated bedroom. Next to me I can see some medical machines. I feel strange different somehow.I slowly pull the duvet back and what meets my eyes shocks me.I look down upon a body alien to me. I look down upon the body of a woman.Pulling my legs over the side of the bed I drop to the ground and have to stop a few seconds to get my energy back up. I see a mirror across the room and head for it. Only stopping to detach the medical wires that were stuck to my body. When I reach.