I was that alone in the world.When I read the news of my murder, it made me feel mad, sad, and depressed in turns. After dying in seven different live..., it was like the universe was staying up nights to make sure I never got a break. I'd lost loves, had lovers turn on me, had loved ones die, been there when lovers died, and had one commit suicide, and then die in another timeline, besides.Having to pretend to die really got my goat.Roberta called and gave me more bad news. "My bosses are moving. Pressing her red lips to mine and open my mouth and slipping her soft wet tounge in my mouth. As we stand there kissing. Her hands sliding under shirt and resting on my waist, Holding me close. Still holding my beer with one hand the other on her waist. Will puts his beer on the table and moves behind Emma. He starts to kiss her neck. She tilt's her head back. Placing my beer down. I beging to kiss up and down the other side of her neck. She stars thrusting back and fourth. Her hands running. He was 'a top quality guitarist' that 'lent poignancy to the Curse's music.' Mick thought it all media babble, but he accepted it as part of the game.A nice touch was Karen's description as, 'a young drummer who's pounds up a storm.' She'd like that, he decided, and it was good she was getting some of the public recognition she deserved. She'd worked hard since that time the band had come in for an audition, and her musicianship had developed faster than any of them.Meetings were planned for. "It doesn't matter what they believe, baby." I squeezed her handsagain. "People change sex all the time, it's old hat now. They can't doanything, we're protected by law."We embraced, held each other tight. She buried her face in my hair andher small breasts in my fuller ones. While I stroked her back andmurmured comforting things to her I felt the distinct and utterlybizarre sensation of my balls wriggling their way back inside my pelviswhere presumably they would track a little higher into my.