When she left me to go back to Jennifer, Sherrie said, "You're a good guy. I think we'll let you hang around a little while." I took that at face valu....It is freeing for a man to realize that he is not "the one." Without the pressure that comes with putting together a romantic relationship, I was free to enjoy each day without worrying about the long term effect of every little thing. Sherrie was so deeply immersed in Jennifer's care, that she was left with precious little time for herself, let. The same dark blonde bush hiding her pubic mound. The same long and shapely legs. Frank was now Frankie! ******* It had been weeks since Frankie had awakened in the bio life support machine. She had finally adapted to her new body. She now knew who it was that she had reminded herself of when she had met herself back in New Jersey. Her body was modeled on the blonde secretary in the television show, WKRP in Cincinnati. Being a Female dominant Race of beings, a male body would. That tree fort was my fortress, now it was not much more than a floor and a partial wall guarding the open side to the north. Taking another drink of beer my mind wandered back over 30 years, a much simpler time indeed. The fort had walls and a roof and a guy could hide out there and no one would know I was up there. In my early days in the tree house I would spend hours hiding out from imagined bad guys, acting the part of some super hero, or shouting down at Steph, my best friend, to come. Rste me ek aur kutta mila lekin is baar wo akela nai tha.Sath me ek aur kutta aur ek kutti v thi.Ek to kutti pe chadha hua tha aur ek apni bari ka intzar kr raha tha.Hmdono ne ek dusre ko dekha wo sarma gayi.Maine bola ki kya waqt aa gaya.Hmse achhe to yahi hai jaha mn kiya laga diya aur hme to bs wait hi krna prta hai.Khte hue maine uske kandhe ko daba diya.Wo kuch nai boli lekin ab v sarma rahi thi.Aur muskura kr hmm boli.Maine fir socha ki mt bolo aur sarma lo kuki kv nkv to isi kutte ki.