She felt so isolated and so infernally bored. She missed Pan and didn't even know if he was aware that she was still alive. She hated the thought of h...m mourning her, and the thought that grief would drive him back into his self-imposed isolation again. She spent hours upon hours planning and scheming, fantasizing about possible escape routes, only to discard each plan as unworkable.She began to spend so much time in her own head, that when the opportunity actually came, she almost missed it. As I read this, I was in awe.I was intrigued.I was curious.I was trying to wrap my head around the basic premise that sex can be reversed completely... and that my husband may want to participate in this reversal.Unfortunately, before I could click on another link and do more research, my sick son came in to cuddle with me and made me put the computer away and watch 'Finding Dory' for the third time today.I quickly erased today's history and closed the laptop, my head spinning with a revelation. I didn't know how I would feel about myself afterwards and frankly, I didn't know if I'd be any good.Looking at my watch, I realized that I didn't have any time to worry because we would have to leave the bar now in order to get back to our house by 10:00. We finished our drinks, paid our tab and made our way back to our house. The walk to our house seemed painfully slow but in reality, it is only a ten minute walk from the bar to our house. It was only a few minutes from our closing the door. Why don’t you call him and see when he could free himself? It sounds like you and I have the most flexibility.’ ‘I’ll do that immediately and call you back.’ After I had hung up, I dialed the service station and asked for my father. ‘Hi, Dad. Do you think you could take some time this afternoon to come with me and meet Warren Beeson? He wants to put the two cars he has in running condition and I think your advice will be helpful.’ ‘Sure. I’d love to. I was wondering if I’d get a chance to see.