“My god, you do love me, don’t you?” she said kissing me as I pushed the Blue RETURN button, showing up with Doc smiling at both of us.“Doc, I...have a question?” I said.“Yes, Marty – what is it?”“Well, in some movies, Time Travel included running into other people who Time Traveled – Linda and I should have seen you and I when we went back to the same date and time in 1954, shouldn’t we?”“Marty, you are confusing Time Travel fact with the ideas of Hollywood writers. When you and I went back,. Finally, one night after our customary euphoric activity, Jeanniebroached the issue of my transition again. "Are you finally comfortablethat the sex after transition will be as good as before? As good as Isay it is?"I blushed again. "No, I'm sorry, not really. How can I be? It stillbothers me sometimes. I so love what we do now that I hate to give itup for the unknown." Time is running out, sweetie. You have progressed to the appearance ofa beautiful woman, and the final step to complete. Your brethren curse and breathe fire and break stone as they leap through the gaping vortex, and you hiss your excitement as you stretch your wings to join them. You land on a rooftop in a nondescript neighbourhood in an unidentifiable large city after what feels like hours of floating through nothingness. You could see the high-rise apartments surrounding you, smell the stink of mortals and the sweet promise of their blood, but you remind yourself that you have come for one purpose:. Areas where personal chefs tend to work, do poorly for pizzerias. Not that I’d suggest you wandering around dangerous areas of LA for the sake of pizza,” I assured her. “Maybe we should look into good recipes to make our own and try our hand at it this summer. Of course, we’d have to make twelve pizzas for the number of people we’ll have.”“Two less now,” she said with a sigh. “How are you taking that?”“I was pretty bummed for a minute,” I said with a shrug. “Gina breathing life back into me.