She also realized she didn't feel a stabbing pain as she thought about him any more—it was more like a dull, bittersweet ache in the pit of her stom...ch. She missed him and still dreamed about him almost every night. But instead of making her feel sad and lonely as she did in the months after he married, it now made her feel warm. She cherished the knowledge that someone she so admired and loved felt the same about her. She just wished he hadn't felt the need to lie to her about Pilar ... Why. "We should sit down. Please have aseat."I flopped onto one of the couches and watched her as she elegantly satand crossed her legs. I chuckled nervously. "I guess....I'm not veryladylike, heh...." Oh, honey, don't worry about it. I'm not judging any of that. Ifyou decide you want to go through with it, that all takes care ofitself."I exhaled. "Okay. So, you must be Monica?" Yes, sorry," she giggled. "I am. At least for the last six years.Before that I was....Roger," she said frowning.I. "It has been overfive hundred years since I walked among men, Bob. I... I'm a little outof practice. As you saw last night, I can be a bit... nasty at times." We all can. Come on, it's settled. Let's have some breakfast." Allow me, Bob." Simon waved his hand, and a tray laden with fruits anddanishes appeared. The two men sat down to eat.Over a cup of coffee, Bob pondered his first wish. "Simon, you canalter your physical appearance drastically, and you fixed my scars...but how much can you. Gail and Clara both giggled. "Some one else got a good screwing, too. How many times didja git fucked, Dear?" Clara asked. Which one was it. That handsome young black guy?" asked Gail. Essie sighed. "YUP!!! He fucked me 3 times. I'm gonna get more as soon as I can, too.She went in the door at the house and the first thing she saw was her Grandfather sitting there. She went over and took a knee at his feet, hugging his legs. "Granddad, can I talk to you. I need to tell you something, and get.