"But?" she prompted."But I'm not at all what you might expect." He looked up at her with a lopsided grin."So tell me," she said."That's just it," he s...id. "I can't."'Can't or won't?' she wondered.But studying her face intently he asked, "Would you take me... sight unseen, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, for the rest of our lives?"Her heart caught in her throat. This was so sudden and so completely unexpected.He continued, "Would you take me to love, to honor, to cherish and to obey?. I was home.Our pace was a fast as the first time. We met each other's thrusts almost in unison. At first we watched each other but soon we were lost in the sensations and I could feel the familiar urgency of a pending eruption. Not wanting this time to be as frenetic as our first, I slowed the pace. Her eyes immediately opened and looked questioningly at me. I slid out of and settled by her flank, stroking, admiring and relaxing. I explained that I wanted a longer time simply enjoying our. She looked at me questioningly for a few seconds then smiled sweetly. She seemed to sit up straighter and even pushed her magnificent chest out. ‘All of them are my children.’ ‘Ah, um, ah, how many are um, all of them?’ I asked suspiciously. ‘There are seventeen,’ She said with a smile in her voice. I was astounded, ‘Wow, you must have a very happy husband.’ She again looked at me questioningly, turned and asked one of the older kids something in French then turned back to me, ‘No, no, there is. “It is genetic engineering, our coloured hair. Quite a recent development so we got a bit carried away to be honest. Our original names aren’t pronounceable for you, because you only have one tongue, so you can just call us by our hair colors.” She opened her lips slightly and slid a forked tongue out, held it there while Grace goggled for a second or two, then retracted it. “We can speak with our mouths, but we are out of practice.“We see Zara and Claude, and there are two others who know,.