And it's not like he's wrong. I have crappy eating habits." "You have crappy cooking habits," Lara corrected. "You eat just fine if given the chance."...Ryan shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I could buy better prepared stuff, like at Trader Joe's. Just a pain to get there." "So, what's the score?" Lara went back to the computer. "Three to two, Caps." "Cool. Brody score?" "No, but Mark did." "Look at you. You're turning into a puck bunny!" Ryan threw the bag of chips, leaving a trail of crumbs across the. . will _she_ remember who she was?" How can she remember what -- to her -- has never been? Only I -- and myclient, of course -- ever remember." It'll be like he died then, only better." How can a person who was never born die? The identity will be gone, yes,but the soul will survive in a new life. Call it a rebirth of identity, ifyou will." Pauli took a small notebook out of a jacket pocket. "Excuse mea moment." He looked quickly through the notebook, finally stopping on apage. He read for a. There was none on her face, it seemed to start between her head-sheaths, and it grew thicker as it ran down her spine. It covered her back and shoulders where they were visible, running down her tail. There was even some of it on her legs, which was peeking out in tufts beneath the long shorts that she was wearing. It had previously been covered up by her flight suit, and the casual clothing that she now wore mostly exposed the non-furred parts of her body like her forearms, her lower legs, and. She seemed happy enough though, so I just had to hope.Eventually - and quite late - I drove her home again. This time we chatted all the way to her place, and she asked me in for a coffee. No, I don't know either. This could have meant 'coffee', or it could have meant 'fuck'. Either way, I was only up for the hot drink. Don't criticise until you see if it works out.So we had coffee, and then I went home. Oh, she kissed me properly this time. Not improperly, but properly. Very nice. And then I.