It wasn't boring, or wonderful, it just plain was, no more, no less.Most of that Monday passed with me doing just that. Keeping an eye on the downtown...traffic as if it made a difference somehow. It was a little after 3PM when the buzzer at my back door sounded. I did a quick check of my internal Internet browser to show the web cam. Kate stood patiently at the door. I buzzed her in with moving stirring. Another of those wireless applications set up in my brain, such as it was.I did manage to. "It's pretty much their standard M.O."My knees gave out, sending me down to couch. Another wave of despairrolled through me, threatening to send me back into being a bawling,worthless mess. I clenched my hands into fists, pressing the pink nailshard against my palm. I struggled to replace my sadness at Sasha'spassing with anger.Some of that fury was directed at Matthew, since he'd been the one tooriginally switch with the innocent girl. However, I also knew that theHop had been done out of. I have never even thought of doing it. Why?’ He smiled and said, ‘May I shave it? If you don’t like it, it will grow back.’He added mischievously. She bit her lip as she considered his request. She finally smiled and said, ‘yes, you may.’ He got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He returned with a basin of warm water, some shaving cream and disposable razors and several towels. He gently removed her clothes and as he did he kissed the skin that he exposed. Once she was naked, he made sure. Honestly, I would have said anything.Her face lit up, all doubt and worry gone in an instant. We kissed,tentatively, like the first time. Lips touching and no more. A littlepressure, yes? A little pressure. Yes. My hand slid down her arm, ontoher waist through the slinky fabric, down to her thighs, finally restingon top of her clasped hands in her lap. She interlocked her fingers inmine. Slowly, I took her hand across her lap towards me, unlocking myfingers and wrapping my hand around hers, as.