"I am getting too damned old to come to these things but I refuse to die until he does."Jorgarn stifled a laugh when he saw the woman was serious."Wel..., you don't look a day over 80," Jorgarn said lightly. He knew the reaction it would bring. It had been a running joke of theirs for years."I'm only 74," she insisted."I know," Jorgarn replied with a smile and he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. "And I would wager you'll see another 25 years." Out of pure spite, if nothing. He seemed intent of looking straight into my eyes with my every move. Skimming over the side of his hip, I heard him take a small intake of breath as my hand touch the small bulge in his trousers, now beginning to become a bigger bulge the more I kept my hand in touch. His arm, still wrapped around my waist pushed me back into the wall, his face an inch from mine. I could feel his breaths picking up faster as he got closer, the air leaving his mouth and hitting my lips. Only for me to return. I startled---WTF?!??!!?---and tried topush this weird thing that seriously did not belong here out of my bed.Which I felt. Not just with my fingertips but with my tail.'Oh, that's right,' I remembered, 'I have one of these now...'And along with it I had this new life, which even though it seemed to beright out of some zany fantasy novel (SUSAN'S ADVENTURES DOWN THE CRAZY-ASS WHIRLPOOL...) hadn't been entirely horrible."Good morning," I said as I straightened out and rolled over, assumingit was. We didn’t take the call first time. It rang again, I picked-up. The caller from reception-desk asked if some lady had just got into my room. After a moments shock, I said, yes, my wife. He wanted to see me downstairs for some verification about the lady. But I protested that I already booked myself & my wife and gave all verifications. If they will keep bothering us, I would be forced to call police. The guy apologized & hung-up. But I was dead nervous. Sunny, said, forget about whatever will.