Sie langte neben sich und fühlte den leeren Platz wo Jane Ihr Mann gelegen hatte. Dieses Frühaufstehende Arbeitstier war schon wieder verschwunden.D...e beschloss sich durch so etwas nicht die Laune verderben zu lassen. Sie fühlte sich wohl.Sie schloss erneut die Augen und Genoss das Gefühl des neuen. Es war verblüffend. Eigentlich war Sie mehr der Typ der sich für alte Sachen interessierte, und bei Neuanschaffungen auf bewährtes zurückgriff. Aber dieses Haus war ganz anders. Sie erinnerte sich. "Nothing serious, I hope." No, I'm sure she'll be better tomorrow. In case anyone needs me, they can call my cell or send me an email." After the usual pleasantries, Greg hung up and dialed Megan's office. He left a message on the voice mail, identifying himself and saying that Megan wouldn't be at work today. Then he turned his attention to the pile of scripts in front of him.Greg got through five scripts and two pots of coffee. He stood up, stretched and yawned. The clock read 10:30. He. "With two teenage daughters, you can't show me anything really bad that I haven't already seen."She pushed open the door and turned on the light. "Yes, a nice size bedroom. And this is the closet?" Yes, this room is the mirror image of this one over here."I led her into my office. She looked around carefully, verifying its layout to the other one. Slowly she turned and retreated into the living room.I said, "Excuse me. I hope you don't mind if I sit for a bit. I'm having a few problems with my. He lives off her body, becoming like a parasite, and fertilises the eggs as they come out. At the time, I thought - "Nice life, typical man!" But now I wonder about what it would be like for the female. Well it certainly takes the risk out of finding a male with sperm, in a big empty ocean. Maybe worth supporting a passenger just for that. But how would it FEEL?Because now I have this strange little fantasy of Mike and I plugged into each other for ever, always together, and never having to be.