How nice it would be to hide out in her file cabinet and watch! Then I started fantasizing about jumping out and turning her upside down and-- well, I...stopped thinking right then, because this was getting strange. I don't do women! I'm probably the hardest core heterosexual in the whole United States. And Canada. So I obviously wasn't having the thoughts I kept having. That's logic.I agonized about doing it (would she just stop writing to me?), but I finally got up the nerve to mention to her. Systems undergoing diagnostics, repairs, and resets. Analyzing.”Oh No, please no! Not with the Analyzing again!Then I thought to myself, ‘Right! Evaluation is unavailable, insufficient data! Just what the hell did that mean? Never mind, let’s just try to work to find out what it did know?’ My head felt like it was still being stomped on, so I said to no one in particular, “Shut that damn noise off!“I was striving to calm myself. The noise of the alarm klaxons finally subsided, which helped. We've both been burned before, and this has to last. I can't lose you, too." I have no plans on dumping you," she said."Not now. But this hasn't all been worked out. What if Sam doesn't want to give up being the woman of the house? What if your kids resist the idea, like you did? Whose house would we live in? Neither of ours is really big enough for all five of us. There are lots of things to think about before we make a decision like this." I know that," she said. "But think about it. How. It was an oddly normal conversation for such an intimate position.I would have been content to nurse on Marina's tits and grope her butt forever, but a small influx of light came into the room from the window. It took a second to register, but I shot up when I realized it was headlights pulling into the driveway."Your other half's back," Marina said, picking up on it too."My clothes are all in the living room," I muttered. "Although I guess he wouldn't mind if he showed up home to me naked.