”“That’s true for a lot of things!” she offered. “In the beginning, we never thought we’d swing in separate rooms. Or have a threesome. Or... have unprotected sex. We’re changing the rules as we go along, and I think that’s okay. As long as we’re both happy, that’s all that matters, right? Are you still happy that we’re doing this?”“Yes, of course. I love hearing about your adventures. It’s just…not the same as swinging together.”“I think you just need to find yourself some new pussy, and then. I’ll feel more comfortable being back in my own homeland,” Jenny said.They moved slowly, car by car, towards the inspection point. “Make sure we have our passports ready,” Sula mentioned.Jenny took them out of her purse, handing each theirs. “Oh Scott, don’t forget your moustache,” Jenny reminded him. He pressed it above his upper lip, and a moment later, it fell off. He reapplied it, but the moustache wouldn’t remain in place.“Shit, my moustache won’t stick to me because of my whiskers! What. It was almost like being a whore, she thought, seeing a man for the first time, an utter stranger, and knowing that they were going to fuck. Maybe whores had no choice, and were forced to accept any customer, but Lauralee *wanted*to screw this stranger, to know the feel of a different male body against her own and penetrating her softly giving flesh. She wanted to go exploring along the many and varied pathways of sensual love, to learn and to do."Here's to the kids," she said, lifting her cup. Even so, it's been a major pain in the rear."I thought a moment and rapidly figured out what she wasn't telling me. "Your real concern, the government's concern, is it's potential usefulness for espionage, right? So when I appeared, looking like my body had no history, you and the other intelligence people assumed I was the product of one of these technologies." You're quite close to the mark." If it's true, if my body was created ?- or changed ? it seems to me I wouldn't be much of a spy.