”“I was pretty fucked up.”“Yes, you were. And you had good reason. But it’s been seven weeks. I’m not telling you not to be sad or mourn t...e relationship, but we have a business to run.”“I know,” I said.“We all love you, Steve. All of us. We’re all sorry about Jessica. And we have no idea why she freaked out. If we could fix it, we would. We can’t. So we have to fix you.”“Thanks, Dave. Seriously. I mean it.”“You’re welcome.”That evening after karate practice, I sent Kara and Stephanie home so I. Chris is 62 going on 27. He has a job that he hates because it’s boring. For fun, he writes romance/sex stories although he is as yet unpublished.’ ‘His current list of serious readers numbers about 13. He has just finished a job for the great State of Connecticut that will allow him to buy a new car, and start his life all over again, preferable someplace warm.’ ‘I got most of that but what was the part about being 62 going on 27?’ ‘Although I am physically 62 years young, in my mind I’m. Like a painting, like a piece of art. I gazedat my new self, this new body, these limbs and eyes and face and curves.I was transfixed, stunned.I was beautiful.It seemed automatic, a hand on my hip, turning them just so, pullingback my shoulders to show off breasts, cocking my head just so. An oldremembered Hollywood pinup girl pose? Or something that this bodyremembered, like 'Rachel' had said about swimming and dancing? Whatother muscle memories did my new body hide, what other secrets did. I slowly pushed into her ass and then reached around to continue what Id started with my fingers in her pussy. After a few minutes, I stood straight, put both hands on her hips, and began thrusting in and out of her ass at a rapid pace. Tiffanys breathing got heavier as I repeatedly filled her with cock and pulled back again. After what seemed like fifteen minutes, she pulled away from me, letting my cock plop out of her ass and dangle in the air, pointing toward her. Most girls Ive known can.