He felt lethargic, but his senses detected evidence of the woman pressed against him instantly. He smelled Connie. His eyes opened to see her sleeping...face. His skin felt her arms, still around him. The reading light was still on. There was no window in his room, so he had no idea what time it was, or whether day had come outside.There was a dull ache in his chest, but it was infinitely more bearable than what had wracked him, body and soul, last night. Something niggled at his mind. His dry. You want a slut, but my slut days are over when I'm rid of Jake. I only did what I did so I could throw it in his face. On the day the divorce is final Jake gets the whole story, but my time as a slut ends when I hand him the divorce papers tonight." The offer will always be there sweetie. I'll talk with you later."She had dinner ready when Jake got home. She was surprised that he was quiet and somber. She had expected him to be happy and ready to share his good news. She didn't even get the. They decided that since, the US had to approve the immigration of Multiverse citizens, it made more sense for the State Department to issue your people with ID Cards.“Ken is still working on a process for approving future people coming to Earth, Doug. He is working with Immigration to get a quota that will allow a specific number of people to immigrate per year without having to go through the approval process for each small group of people. If he can get that quota, the whole process becomes. They were starting a routine that usually precipitated an urgent bout of sex. Janet gasped, as Peter’s fingers pressed around her clitoris, but managed to retain some focus. “No, but there’s something fascinating about her. In fact her bikini is almost 1950s, but there is something decidedly sensual about her. I’ve got your binoculars up there, come and see.” Peter was thrilled. He could hardly believe that his wife was inviting him to stare at this stranger. He stood up and went to the corner.