In fact, you mayalready have noticed some changes. I'm sorry that I cannot be there tohelp you adjust, but I can't. I have my own issues to deal with....Irecommend that you forget your old life, as it is over, and move on. Youwill soon understand what I am talking about. If you desire to speak tome in person, you can contact me at Pete's; it's a bar in Los Angeles.The address is listed below. Ask for Harris."TC reread the letter several times. The words began to sink in ... thelife he had known. They moved, and the doctors had determined that he did have thoughts. He could answer simple questions by looking to the right for "yes", and up for "no", at least some of the time. As best they could tell, he had consented to the surgery after having it explained to him.For the present purposes, what mattered was that he could tell what number, color or shape he was looking at.He sat propped up on his hospital bed, wires coming out of his shaved skull to a machine beside the bed. At the foot. He handed me the champagne flute, brimming with the golden nectar, "Cheers", he said, leaning into my face and he kissed me full on my mouth.I just melted and kissed him back, why not, I wanted to for a long time and even put my tongue into his mouth to show I was eager.When he pulled back and stood upright in front of me, there was no mistaking his erection, as it strained under his pants. He saw me look at it at eye level, "You are giving me naughty thoughts", he said quietly and lent back. I felt the heat in my pussy getting hotter and hotter."Come for me girlie," he whispered, "that's right girlie, come for me," and I did.I couldn't catch my breath, my legs sagged and I let out a cry."There's a good girlie," he cooed at me.His hand now left my pussy and he was again mauling my boobs. Still in this weakened state, he turned me around and then I could hear his zipper."Oh no please," I said.I was thinking he was going to put his hard maleness into me, but I could only feel it up.