”“You’re here now,” Yamina leaned in to kiss him, and she pulled back when his hand pressed against her breast. “Ow, that’s sore.”“Wha...? I’m sorry. What did I do?”She kissed him again, and then leaned down to whisper in his ear. “My nipples are sore because I’m pregnant.”Roger tried to sit up, but he was too weak. His eyes were huge as he took in the news. “I thought no one was getting pregnant.”“You remember that fruit drink you make?” He nodded and she went on. “It made you fertile somehow.. "Hmmmmmmmmm", was all she knew what to say. She started rubbing her nose on my cheek and licked it, while she giggled some more. I laughed a bit when I felt her left foot caressing my left leg. I felt her smooth sole and toes exploring my leg and making contact with my own toes. "Hmmmmmmmmm", she continued, once again tasting my neck and cheek. She. No such luck for me. I didn't have a single hair on my body. Well, I will take that back, I did find a little peach fuzz on my legs but you had to be real close to see it. My voice was still high, my skin was soft and there was not a hair on my face of crotch. I had even begged my mother to allow me to get one of those army style haircuts, hoping that would make me look older. She wouldn't even discuss it. She said that my hair was too pretty to ruin that way, so it remained full and just below. Believe it or not these cost me a hundred bucks!” she laughed. “You,ve certainly changed, too. Not that you were bad looking, but the service has done you good, muscular and tall you must be overvsix foot now.” “Six feet two inches!” I smiled. “It,s those inches that matter!” She teased me back looking directly in my eyes. “So what,s happened to,you in what has been just over three years?” I told her about serving overseas and my job and a brief resume of the mess in Vietnam. “You must let me.