"I'm glad you're enjoying your new self dear." Joan said with a giggle. "I was beside myself over the fact that; except for you, I preferred to only b... with women. That was when I decided to come up with my formula." What formula?" Chris asked as he found himself walking almost on his tiptoes toward Joan. "Why can't I seem to walk flat footed anymore?" "Oh, a formula that would re-write your D.N.A. and make you into a real woman," said Joan as he led Christine toward the bedroom. "As for you. Clears out the black clouds so you can see the blue. Pretty. Use the thunderstorms, lightning, thunder; your friends, terror in the skies, no defense. Trust the green, no matter what. The dead that are not dead will save you. Leave no one behind and get what you came for. Mess with the babies, remember the hurt, do no more, then die anyway; the dead never repeat, except in the rainbow."{The above part applies to the rescue in Iraq. All of it has been fulfilled ... unless it has a double. His hands caressed my back and ribs and were slowly moving toward my chest. Damn, he went back to my back. If his kissing weren’t so good his slowness would have been torture. I guided his hand to my breast. He gasped saying how wonderful I felt. His touch sent thrills through me and I loved how he appreciated me. I pushed my pelvis against his rock hard erection. Hard, thick and long he felt so good that I was panting in anticipation. I squeezed him through his pants. What a man! It was like. I was playing at her Homecoming dance, to which she went stag, spending all of her time watching me. A few guys who came stag hit on her, but she proudly announced that she was with the drummer. Between songs she would blow me kisses or bring me a soft drink. After the dance we went to her friend’s party and spent the night in the basement rec room, necking under a table with a tablecloth that almost touched the floor.That next weekend I played a gig and Melinda went with me. Afterwards we went.