." An asshole?" I suggested."Well, yeah," she said. "But anyway, just because of that, you can't decide that fate is trying to realign itself." You're...right, Tracy," I said. "But that's not the only thing."I told her about Beirut and the bombing and, most importantly, of the 240 casualties in both timelines. I told her about Mike and about his fate in the previous timeline and what had happened to him in this one; how he kept trying to slip back into his pattern."He was smoking pot at the fire. ? She then started massaging her tits with her hands, I thought she was being too gentle with them so told her to squeeze them the way I do. ?Grab one tit at the base with two hands, squeeze your fingers and hands together, force that tit out, make that tit hard, and pullit out.? This really turned me on. I again fingered her breast as she squeezed, they were turning a nice red in color, looked like a balloon ready to burst. I told her she had two and not to forget the other one. She then. That’s sort of killed my job prospects for the future, but we’ll see. I’m okay financially and Lori gives me something to look forward to every day.”She nodded. “You never made me breakfast,” she pouted a little.“That day was coming,” I assured her. “If we’d been driving a bigger vehicle, I might have gotten my chance.”“You might,” she agreed and looked around. “You know this is goodbye for us, right?” she asked.“The Hell, it is,” I shook my head. “There’s times that I’ll want to talk to my. She said that she'd be home Monday or Tuesday.I had spent the rest of Sunday moping around the house.This morning I had been awoken by "C", dressed in her business suit, pushing me to get out of bed saying the workers had arrived and I needed to get out of the bedroom. I went downstairs to find that she had made me some breakfast, so after eating that I headed out for a day lounging by the pool.Through the day I could hear thumps and bangs emanating from my bedroom, and from time to time I.