A bit of kissing or cuddling possibly but really it was a question of getting to know and understand these strange creatures who didn't play rugger or...cricket but were rather interesting."Hank chuckled recalling his naiveté. "Just about spot on," he said."Right! So now you're a bit more experienced: two girls in your life, Anne and me."Hank looked perplexed. "What are you getting at?" he asked. "I've met scores of women."Barbara smiled lovingly at him. "And how many have you really got to know?. I know this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I guess the process that got me to church was more intuitive than logical. Or maybe desperate. I needed to put myself someplace where there were people and be prepared to respond to what I found when I got there."The look on Peg's face seemed to suggest that I'd explained the long story of how I got to church satisfactorily. "It makes perfect sense to me," she said.Our conversation-my near monolog-had been punctuated by bites of egg and toast,. It was not"my" voice anymore, it was a woman's voice instead. Her answer was:"I'm sorry, we didn't think that the process would run so fast withyou." Which process?" I asked."You see, we did develop a new form of genetic therapy, to help womenwhich, for some reason, had lost one of their reproductive organs, likethe ovaries, the womb or the breasts." This therapy uses a recombinant virus and nanite technology, toreconstruct the organs and even to improve the secondary female traitsof the. Twenty minutes later, I dropped both my arms with a smile on my lips. "There, I think that should provide you with adequate protection now."Rigal's mother was staring with her mouth open, tears falling from her eyes. Quickly she came to me throwing her arms around me in a crushing hug.Rigal waited a little sheepishly nearby 'til she was done. After she released me, he took my hand in a strong handshake."You have a friend in me for life, if I can somehow help you, let me know." Rigal told me.I.