"Sorry," he said as he tossed it in the trash. My heart rate began to rise. "You need to sign your middle name as well, Miss Morrow. "Oh," I said an... grabbed the next sheet. I nervously wrote out J-e-s-s-i-c-a L-i-n-d-a M-o-r-r-o-w. He took it and compared it to another sheet. "Sorry, miss," he said again, "This is not your handwriting. By now I was beginning to consider trying to wheel away. Glenn leaned forward and said, "You'll have to excuse the poor girl, my old hands have really bad. During the end of May month, there was a heat-wave going on which made our lives vert sweaty and uncomfortable. So our coolers used to run all day. Unfortunately, the cooler in my MIL’s room stopped running and no mechanics were available due to demand. So we all 4 agreed to sleep in our room, which had the working cooler.After dinner, we had our normal walk on the terrace for some time and then came down to sleep in our room. I used to sleep in my boxers daily, my wife in her lingerie, and my. As I shifted my weight back andforth, I was amazed by the feeling of... openness..."down there." I looked around as if someone was goingto barge in right then and catch me exploring Becky'sbody. I felt like a little kid playing with matches. Ofcourse, there was no one there to disturb me. It was justme (I looked down again at my new body) and HER.Smirking, I spread my legs and grabbed my crotchthrough the jeans, marveling at the heat rising from mynew equipment. While I sat there, I raised my. The atmosphere could have been cut with a knife for the rest of the day, neither of us said more than a word or two to each other at any one time, so after an early dinner I went straight down to the pub, the first time I'd been anywhere without her, since I collected her from the prison.We were both hurting, but we obviously both felt we were in the right and so refused to make the first move, but what hurt me more and made me even more resentful was that she didn't even ask where I was going.