.. the relationship we shared with each other when I was human was not a parental one; it was a romantic relationship." Romantic?" Meghan said. "You m...an ... uh..." Romantic," Jo repeated. "And sexual. It was, in fact, a loving relationship very much like the relationship I share with you and Ken now." We have told you how we cognate often develop extended romantic relationships with individuals or couples of humans," Gertie said."Yess," Ken said slowly. And they had. That was what had led to. Maybe an Eastern woman would be a better match. Brooke could help scout women for me. Before the incident, she'd volunteered, really almost pestered, me to let her find me suitable women. I'm more likely to find a woman like Brooke back East, that down here.I really couldn't sleep. After a lot of tossing and turning, I came back to a recurring disturbing thought, I'm not at all sure the problem is the women; I maybe the one with the fatal flaw. This summer, I learned to like the City. I may. His black dress trousers had been pulled down to his ankles so that only his white satin boxer shorts covered his manhood. He was about fifty but still trim and handsome; his deep blue eyes were set off by his black curly hair. His face was chiselled and his cheeks well defined.Michele ran a sharp red fingernail down his body, starting at his throat and ending just below his belly button where the waistband of his boxer shorts lay tight across his abdomen. The man groaned; "You won't get away. "Europe has all kinds, but all we have is field hockey, volleyball, basketball and track." Field hockey?" I asked."Yeah, if they can find enough girls willing to have their shins smashed."Ouch... I could feel the pain of that. "Well, you could certainly play volleyball," I said to her."Yeah, as if," she snorted."I take it you don't know how," I ventured."It's not just that," she said. "After practice, we're expected to shower in the gym." And..."Wendy blushed that bright crimson again. "I don't.