" "You sound like you believe it." He smiled and kissed her. "I do now. Don't you?" "Of course," she giggled, "being with you is so good not because o... what we do but because it's you I'm doing it with." Keria snuggled up against him and sighed. They sat together in silence for a while, the only sound being wet, squishy sounds as Kalrah feverishly fingered herself. But something was edging in on Keria's mind, something from that dark, murky time she thought of as "before Zethriel." The memory. She never stood a chance after meeting a woman inside a man's body. The new Mrs. Wilson knew from his life long reputation that he wasn't a fortune hunter. So when he said he loved her she was eager to believe him. She loved and admired him so much! Charlotte had said more than once that he was a man of unquestioned integrity! Of course, he had no idea she was really talking about a woman called Laura and not the scholarly man called Wilson. The person who used to be a sleazy nightclub and lap. "You know what," she said, "I've changed my mind. I don't thinkI'm going to tell my mom after all." "Really?" I asked sheepishly. "Shut up!" She yelled at me. She grabbed one of my ears and twisted so hard I thought shewas about to rip it off. I really wanted to hit her, just to make the painstop, but I wasn't raised to hit women, so again, I just took it. Shejerked the ear up, and I had to follow as she led me through the house,back to the scene of the crime. . " "Oh, you're just saying that," the housewife replied, blushing a little at the compliment. "No, really, you are," the workman replied. "It's just that statues don't usually wear pants. If you took them off you could pose for us, and we would know if you really do look like a statue." "That makes sense," the housewife said, unbuttoning her capris and trying to think whether it did in fact make sense as she slid them down over her ass. She hooked her thumbs through her panties and shimmied her.