The Porter Dagger was a much cleaner weapon. It would be my first choice from that moment on, I decided.Jeremy and Alice chose the Pepperoni Pizza, so...we pooled them along with our diet sodas. The conversation was utilitarian at best. Pass the hot sauce, kind of thing. We were each going to have to deal with it in our own way. I was the one who cut the pig's throat, but they knew the secret and had to deal with it in their own way. Talking about it might help, but we agreed that we had to be. We had done more than we had planned and wanted our next experience to be a little more controlled. Anna had found a hotel that catered for swingers new and experienced. I was shocked at first as she had been reading up on these hotels for a few weeks before telling me. When we looked into it together we were both very excited about visiting one of these hotels. I was even more shocked to find that Anna was happy for me to sleep with another woman. This was something we had discussed. But something had gone wrong, for I was feeling nauseous more and more frequently. It took me a few days before I figured it out: it was in the mornings.And then something else struck me. I had missed my period. Previously, they had been regular like clockwork.Of course I wasn't taking any birth control pills ... after all, I used to be a man! I don't have ovaries! I can not be pregnant.But it kept happening and I kept getting sick in the morning. Since I always woke up before Michael in the. In between medium rare bites of steak, I even agreed to play a couple of numbers for them later.When the meal was finished, Liz wanted to talk to me privately, so Lucy and my women headed back to the barn to fetch our bags and lock up our weapons. I had to chuckle when the woman who the Pleiad said suffered from delusions of grandeur started clearing the table while we talked. It was even funnier when we both ended up in the kitchen, busting suds and scrubbing pans. As we worked, she confirmed.