Just that thought made me harden.I finished up in California, ending the job there. I didn’t mind completing that work and seeing the end of that in...ome stream. Silicon Valley was far from Florida and the burden on my travel would not be missed since there was no other attraction there. I needed frequent flyer miles like a hole in my head; the last thing I wanted to do was get back on an airplane.I spent Wednesday morning on a plane heading to Houston, landing at one-thirty. I was in Tara’s. "I want you to be Bob," she said softly. "I want you to be yourself, the man who wrote me letters, the man who my kids adopted. That's all I ever wanted." But what if I want more?" he whined."Do you?" she asked, and then held her breath. She was going crazy inside again.He opened his mouth to speak and then stopped. He took two deep breaths."I don't think I'm supposed to," he finally said.She wanted to scream "Why not?" but the fact was he might actually have a girlfriend out there somewhere.. I felt silly, this game had already gone too far.I stepped out of the shower and snagged the closest towel to wrap aroundmyself. The soft material against my now smooth skin felt amazing, but Iforced myself to ignore it and stepped toward the trash to throw theshaving gear out. Once again, I paused as I caught a glance in thebathroom mirror. I had snagged one of Felicia's pink towels, andinstinctively wrapped it around my chest and waist.My long smooth legs stuck out of the end of the towel and. I think there's stillenough for me to work with. You have an old wound here?" He asked abouta scar."Shrapnel from an IED. I was lucky..." I told him."In more ways than one, it should be a good place to put this." Hestabbed the area near it with the needle and I immediately felt a lossof sensation around my skin there. He poked at it, "Can you feel this?" No..." I told him."Great!" he told me and then proceeded to sterilize the area, before helanced my skin open with the scalpel."You know what.