She was very excited and drove back to her house. She got home and carefully took the vibrator out of the box, and read all the instructions.On the s...de of the vibrator, there was a button. April pressed the button and waited for the voice prompt.April pressed the button, and the vibrator began to talk."Do you want a man voice or a female voice?" Man, voice, please." Very well. Please give me your name and age." My name is April, and I am thirty years old." Are you a virgin or a slut?" I am. .. Iassumed corporeal form only a few years ago." Babe," I teased her.She smiled. "Good. You're relaxing a bit." She looked at me, and,realizing I needed her to cut to the chase, took a deep breath and began."Here's the deal. You can't be Jeff Sullivan again. Your particularlifeline's been cut, and we can't simply restore without tearing the fabricall askew. But we can restore you ... partially altered. And we need tocontinue your life ... so you can live out its remainder, the rest of. "Now some shopping!" said Fiona in a tone that indicated that she would nottake no for an answer."But, but," started Sharon but then smiled and tagged along with Fiona.The heat of the summer afternoon was almost unbearable, and with thecrowded streets to contend with also Fiona eventually said, "Let's get someshade."As she said this she directed Sharon down a small, dark alleyway. Thecoolness that met them was so welcome.The few shops that were on the street were almost all boarded up. We were being drawn once again to that ancient bit of old growth, out there in the woods. On the seventh of November, we went up to the Old Grove again, chatting as we hiked in about just how much had changed for us in just one year.It was foggy that night, but not too damp, just enough to make everything spookily misty. The hush of the still air, combined with the way our own sounds were muffled by the damp leaves, made the place almost dreamlike when we reached it.The mist also made it rather.