We might, had we not both been foolish, have been in love back in seventh and eighth grade. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. And yo...u know what? That’s an OK basis for a long-term relationship. In different circumstances, don’t you think we could marry and be happy? And never regret it for a moment?”“Ah! And that’s exactly what Elyse is feeling with you! I get it now; and it makes sense. Maybe I’ve been going about this all wrong.”“How so?” I asked.“That being in love isn’t what’s. It even has HDL cholesterol to help control your LDL levels, my friend,” Lorraine elaborated with pride on the quality of nutritional smoothies in the twenty-second century.“How old is one when they lose their virginity, anyway, typically?” I wondered now.“What is virginity? Oh, yes, I forgot, the strange notion that one is physiologically distinct from other people simply for the absence of sexual history. This tradition of yours from the past just doesn’t make sense to me or anyone else that. "What are you doing down there?" "Getting up." "But you're down." "I wanted to see . . ." "You want to see your breasts. I don't blame you. They're gorgeous. And so big. Here, take my arm." He grabbed her arm and as she pulled him up he felt the weight of his bosom bouncing against his chest. It was a new sensation. And not altogether unpleasant. As he felt the floor beneath his feet for the first time in god knows how long he tottered back and forth trying to realign his sense of. After seeing me in that role yesterday and last nite,, Lisa became convinced that I'd love it. She had however wanted to add a wrinkle to it. Apparently Tom was her husband, and she offered to trade him to Debbie, if she could have me as her play toy. It was a little weird listening to this whole thing, about how they decided for me what I wanted, and were using me as a possession to buy,sell, or trade. Lisa explained to me that she had always wanted a partner that could be a fem slut, a bi.