But at the same time I want you to be happy and he seems to do that, and you made him so happy and excited for making love, and you guys are so simila...… I'm just… I guess I just want to sort things out a bit." So, your idea of sorting is to make our tryst official?" Jesus Christ, Tori… it’s not like we're starting a movement. I just mean, we should be free to be us all together, where you can be exactly how you were meant to be and I can be free to be me, and Freddie… well, I don't think he's. Whatwould the doctor have been able to do anyway? Give me some antibioticsand send me home most likely. Though I knew enough to know thatantibiotics didn't work on viral infections. So I stayed home in bed. Ihad my window open for some fresh air and I could hear the sounds of thepublic pool drifting through. I wished I could be there swimming as agirl. That's when it happened.It was a bit of a strange sensation. It kind of felt like somethinglatched onto my lower back and just pulled be. Her hair was long and loose, and I found myself wondering what color it was. I kissed her with reckless abandon, looking forward to fucking whomever this barely legal beauty who'd apparently fantasized about me for some time was."Fuck me" she said in a youthful, but husky voice, loudly enough beside my ear for me to barely make it out. It was the only time any of them had said anything besides my Wife, other than giggles, moans, and groans. Then I sort of heard what I thought was, "I'm. In fact the only thing he had ever prohibited her from doing was boinking the Governor of California. She thought to herself, All men have their sexual idiosyncrasies and, thankfully, that was his. Minutes later, as she was kissing her husband goodbye and going out to get into a city owned car the Mayor had loaned her for the job, four federal cops were parking their disguised van in the littered parking lot of the Glitter Motel. They had been sent to San Diego, on a one night only assignment,.