Trust me on that, Signor Anton Mancini,” Vittoria assured me with a steamy French kiss now.“Vittoria Mancini has a nice ring to it, no doubt of th...t. But you’re sure that you’re fine with marriage to a lecherous American?” I teased her a bit now.“Si, mio amore! You’re no more lecherous than Italian men, trust me, and if I can handle that with them, I can with you as well. There’s nothing wrong with lechery, as long as you’re honest and don’t neglect any of your lovers, of course,” Vittoria. My hand followed her lead and I placed it on the side of her thigh. As I moved my hand on her thigh I felt her legs open slightly, as she moved around a little to give herself more room. She was wearing quite a long skirt and I moved my hand down her leg to the bottom of the hem and then, sliding back up on the inside of her thigh. He reaction was to open her mouth wider so that we could kiss even more deeply and press her fingers harder against the front of my pants. There was no stopping me. Betz was a short dumpy blonde, and her brisk mannertold me that she was all business. In her office, and at Audrey'sinsistence, I told her about the accident and what had happened."I have followed this guy around for a long time, and the only way toget to him, to make him understand my pain, other than simply shootinghim, is if I become a woman and take away his freedom that way. Audreysaid that you could help me, and that's why I'm here."The doctor sat back in her chair and looked at me, saw. Anyway, Jeff’s the best of the bunch.’ He looked up at the brilliant blue sky for a moment. ‘I was – allowed – to bring you two together, but that’s all. I can’t promise you it’ll work, that’s up to you two.’ Then he smiled. ‘But I have a good feeling about it.’ She pressed her cheek against his dear, familiar chest. ‘I’ve felt you with me,’ she said. ‘I’ve smelled you with me.’ ‘I was,’ he murmured. ‘And good job with those three hoodlums, Punkin. Couldn’t have done it better myself.’ ‘But.