‘Yesterday marked a year since Danny was killed. I cried all day, knowing that I hadn’t lived up to my word of keeping his memory for an entire ye...r. This morning, I woke up…’ ‘The circus was not a date,’ I interrupted her, hating the way she was beating herself up for enjoying herself one day out of three hundred and sixty-five. ‘Yes, it was a date,’ she said as she approached me. ‘The circus was a date, and every time you came to my house was a date. I had fun. We even held hands.’ She sat. Instead of my rough Southern tenor,a smooth silky soprano voice tinged with a faint Irish accent came outwhich caught me by surprise. "How did you do.... this, Kris?" I askeddemurely. Laughing, Kris responded, "Since you ar enew to this, and lackproper vocal training.....Well, on your neck, under the skin, a specialchip which morphs your voice to better suit..... " She paused foreffect. "Say, what is your name? Can't go around with a name unfit eh?"she remarked with a smirk. I nodded then. Then she packed the beach bag and rummaged in it, bending over as she did so, to give me a long, deliberate look at her rump. I’ve thought about this over the years, and concluded that it isn’t a woman’s invitation to fuck her up the arse, nor even to steam in doggy-style; it’s a primeval way of indicating that she is available for the furtherance of the human race and, in this day and age, purely for your mutual pleasure.When she was ready she checked the little girl and they walked past me to. And I'm not the most patient guy in the world." Patient enough to get me to my climax even after you've had yours. That's a rarity among the guys I've made love to."She paused, stroking my soft dick and pinching the foreskin between her thumb and forefinger and gently rubbing the layers together. Then she spoke again. "What we have is more than fucking, I think. When we uncouple, it's like some of me leaving with you. I can't explain it, but I feel ... emptier. Not just my vagina, but all of.