“What are you doing, Shaw? Why aren’t you getting inside of me?” Amy asked. Her voice contained boredom, but also surprise and lust.“I dunno i... I should do this, Amy. This could mean serious trouble to you-,” Shaw tried to say something, but Amy stopped him by blocking his lips with her right index finger.“-sh…don’t say that. Why Shaw? Don’t you love me? Don’t you wanna make me yours for the rest of your life?”“I do, baby…More than anything else.”“Then prove it to me…Shaw…right here… right. *****I'm male again, of course. But when I look at my underpants, somethingis odd. I'm sure I had a wet dream, so why isn't the front of myunderpants wet?They are a little wet... but down at the bottom, right underneath.That's strange, how'd the wetness get there? And it's... different. Notthe same stickiness as usual. And it almost smells... girly?Later, I come out into the kitchen. Jack gives me a funny look, andlooks behind me."Are you alone now?" What do you mean 'now?' Of course I'm. It was getting dark out as we walked out the door and she said, "You better hold on to me, I feel like I'm going fall." I grabbed her hand and we headed back to the office. When we got in, I said, "Are you OK to drive?" She said, "Yea, I'll leave in a bit." I said, "How's your neck?" She replied, "Better, I'll ice it when I get home." I said, "Would you like me to work on it again?" She said, "Sure if you have a little time for an old woman." I said, "C'mon now, you're not an old woman, you. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed being with you for the last couple of months.”“You don’t have to tell me,” Hailey cut in. “I know. But you’re here for a few days now and you’ll be back for good in two weeks. We’re doing OK.”“I know,” Phil said. Hailey had brought the sedan so he put his suitcase in the trunk and got in the passenger seat. Hailey immediately leaned over and kissed him again. He just watched her as she navigated through traffic. It was heavy coming out of the airport. Even.