" Pissed doesn't even begin to describe it, Shiplett, and I hope the frost on those words penetrates even the dense bone surrounding your brain.Eviden...ly, her cold tone did reach him, as his eyes widened. "Candidate," he put emphasis on the word, "just what other mission do you think you have here?"Lenore regarded him through narrowed eyes. "I will not discuss it with you, Midshipman. Please excuse me, I have an airplane to catch."Shiplett stood taller. "No, Candidate, I think you will come. The weekend passed and it came time for me to leave Monday morning. The extra cameras I ordered had arrived at an Amazon locker, but I didn't have time to get them or install them. I also realized after landing that I had forgotten to forward the ports for the recorder, so I couldn't check the video from my phone. I had to try and work the week just imagining what was going on at home.Again Saturday came and I got my regular flight back. I did nothing different. I got coffee and arrived home to. I just wanted to bathe in the amazing sensations that I was now experiencing as cool feminine fingers began fluttering up and down my solid, exposed penis. The fluttering touch continued blissfully as, with mounting passion, I felt a warm wet mouth envelope the head of my cock. I relaxed slightly. I did not want to look out of the window to see my wife, unaware that her usually faithful husband was receiving an amazing blow job, and I certainly did not want to look down towards my own crotch!. I'm taking youto look at apartments in an hour."She stormed out, still clearly upset with my inability to do a basicchore and I was left alone to try and piece together what had happened.For the second time in a little more than a week, I'd woken up in adifferent life from the day before.As I looked around the room, everything started to come into focus. Thiswas my room - the room as I'd left it when I was Andrew. It had the samequeen mattress and box spring stacked on the floor, the same.