She was still afloat and dry a week later. It feels like time for a watery road trip.I called the Highway Patrol:“No. We haven’t found her yet. Wh...y?”“Itchy feet.”“Don’t leave the state.”“What does that mean ... Exactly?” I asked.“Stay in the legal boundaries of Michigan.”“How far out in the lake is still Michigan?” I asked.Well ... that stumped him.“I’ll have to check.” He said, “I’ll get back to you ... this number?”“Yup ... only one we got.”We hadn’t heard a thing a week later.“We haven’t. As Deidra and I had stood watching the final moments together, she had also filled me in a little on Victoria. Victoria had been Mr. M's companion now as I learned for the past several years. She had undergone the hormonal procedure in enlarging her breasts naturally. A nice sized "B" cup as it turned out, without the aid of implants. She had also decided however that it never was her intention of having a full sex-change operation. Victoria enjoyed having a cock, and though in a strange sort. The way was lit by the yellow beam of her headlight, the bright moon now obscured behind cloud cover. His house lay at the end of this back road, his parents had owned the property for about as long as they had owned the diner. It was out of the way, perhaps half a mile through dense woodland and built in a clearing. It was scenic, private, though some might have called it isolated.As they emerged from the trees the house came into view, it was old and sprawling, the wooden slats that made up. As a matter of fact, we hardly spoke all day. Hersorrow face made me ponder on the so called unviable options. Getting adivorce was out of question. My love for her was still strong and Icouldn't imagine life without her. Moreover, it was such a drastic stepto take for mere professional advancement. The other choice was alsodrastic in its own sense. But the positive side was that at least I couldstill be with her. I deliberated more and convinced myself that it mightnot be that bad after all.On.