We went to my room to listen to music and cuddled on the bed.“What happens if she’s decided she IS Mrs. Loucks and is ready to make love with you?...�� Clarissa asked.“I’m in NO position to make that kind of commitment,” I replied. “She’d see it as a commitment to marry her, and I am NOT considering that.”“Now? Or ever?”“Now, certainly. I’d really need to speak with her counselor before I could even consider something like that, and we’d probably need to see a counselor together. The last thing I. ” Brian then walked up and took one of the beers from my hand, and gently rubbed the cold can across my erect nipple before taking a long drink from the can. Brian then kissed me as his free hand gently tugged my nipple. I returned the kiss, wondering what Jim was thinking right now as he watched his sweet little wife get fondled by the electrician. I guess this is exactly what he wanted to see, I reasoned. As I kissed Brian, I felt Richard approach me from behind, sandwiching me between them.. Else answered at once: “Your complexion.” And it was true: Elsa loved the skin. Because she loved it directly, her love was pure and uncompromised. And everything was good.Then, one morning, everything changed. Elizabeth’s side of the bed was cold; the skin was pale and clammy. And it didn’t move when Elsa shook her. Elsa wrapped her body around Elizabeth’s still, unmoving form, trying to coax the skin back to life. Soft kisses and gentle touches did nothing. The skin on Elizabeth’s face didn’t. ”“Sorry.” Rhys conceded after a brief silence.“Forget it.” Cait said, taking deep breaths. “I’ve endured worse.”“Cait…”“When I lost my arms, adopting these prosthetics took time, and focus. I had to learn how to use them safely, train my mind to treat them like the extensions of the nervous system like my real arms used to be. Ever since then, it’s hard to think of my body as anything other than just… a shell. A bunch of meat and bone that carries my brain around.” Cait blinked back tears..