She couldn't be talking about the same Al; it just didn't make sense."So why is he working as a security guard?" I blurted.Nina shrugged. "He likes th... hours, since he works mostly nights and evenings he has plenty of time to surf and do his day trading. Plus, he needs the job because he doesn't spend any of the money he makes trading. He only bought the house because it was too good a deal to pass up. He bought it furnished down to the silverware at an estate sale and it's already tripled in. At his breast, the baby stirs, then goes back to sleep.***"That's me," the man insists, pointing at his driver's license. "I needa replacement bank card."The teller is in his early twenties - my age, the man realizes - andhe's having a hard time keeping his eyes off the man's cleavage."I know I look different." The man shudders. The sound of his voice haschanged now that has to pass over his tongue stud and his collageninjected lips. "But my signature. It's the same." He signs a napkin. Doctor Peters was new in town apparently, so I agreed and drove myself to clinic. The nurse was nice and flirty, but not really my type, she took my vitals and then left me to wait in the room. I didn't have to wait long, Dr. Peters came in and her appearance was something of a shock. Long, wavy blond hair, blue eyes, full pouty lips and a wonderful smile. Taller, but not too tall, long legs and wearing some very nice heels. She was probably 42 or 43, a definite cougar, nice D cups breasts and. ‘I know, my husband. I know.’ ‘Is it going to be like that every time?’ ‘No. Sometimes it is going to be better.’ Ariana shifted, placing her hands beneath her chin and looked at her new-minted husband. ‘And sometimes it will not be as good. Sometimes I will be tired, or you will be frustrated, or the roof will leak. The important thing is that I love you, and that you love me.’ ‘I am yours, and you are mine. Mine alone. For as long as we both shall live.’ Ariana frowned. ‘Yours alone? Wherever.