Now I am between your legs. I spread them apart, I feel heat coming from your moist pussy. The lips are still inflamed from the pounding I gave them, ... can tell as I lick the outer edges gently, opening them up with my tongue. Your juices are thick, still mingled with my own. It doesn't bother me, it excites me, and I dive in further, feeling you spread apart as I run my tongue up the hot, slippery labia... ... but it's too much for you, you're tender after last night and you push my head away. "I'm just saying!" Diana yelled over their laughter. "The only ducks in this world are dead ducks. The guy lived through a bullet in his chest! I'll take an extra heart when people are shooting at me. Like right now!" Can't forget those shooters," I said. "Ashley, get the cannon from John-John."We waited for Ashley and John-John to come back. Ashley nodded to me as she popped the ammo magazine in place on the rifle."You should give up," I told John-John. "It's her gun, dude!" I have hope,". I had to be careful. I had decided long ago I would feign amnesia to help ease myself into this body's life. But to act indifferent to this woman would break her heart. Saying, "I'm sorry, do I know you?" was out. But I had to pretend to be confused.The door opened again and a nurse entered. Obviously brought by my(his) mother's scream. She rushed in, saw my eyes were open, stuck her head back into the hall and shouted, "Get doctor Evans!"She came to the bed and tried to pull his(my) mother off. But she liked her job well enough to tolerate the commute. We even talked about moving to cut down on the commute, but financially it wasn't a good time to do so.One day Marie came home from work and told me that she was discussing the commuting problem with her project manager Jim. In the course of the discussion, she asked about the possibility of working from home one day a week. While he was sympathetic towards her commuting difficulties, it didn't sound like he was in favor of the idea.