So, it was off to bed.“Thank you so much,” I told her. “It was so nice to meet you.”“And so very nice to meet you,” she giggled. “I will...be here through tomorrow, and leaving the day after.”“Me too. So, maybe we'll see each other again before vacation is over.”“Perhaps. I like to be up at night, you know.”“I'd walk you to your room, but, that might be a bit risky.”“Okay, you go ahead. I will put away my dishes and these things. And also, I still have those emails to answer!” The two of us had. He’d find out eventually, but keeping it a secret might buy me time to figure out my next move. After all, I had to save Christmas! Over the next few days I resisted several urges to dial Kris’ phone number. I’d decided to tell him that I knew his true identity, but I figured it would be best to wait until the next meeting to spring that on him. If I played that card too fast, he might bolt and I’d lose him forever. But he didn’t come to the meeting. Sam said he hadn’t heard from Kris. I knew. Surely he wouldn't ask about them, would he?He certainly would. "OK, Babe. How about your butt? What do you think of it? Are you happy with it?" By the time he had convinced her how sexy her butt was, she was almost bouncing up and down waiting for the next part."Well, not too many parts left, are there, Babe? Are you starting to believe my 'I told you so, ' now? Course the best parts of all are still to come, aren't they. What do you see when you look at your boobs in the mirror?"She knew it. I knew they were just very vivid dreams, more vivid that real life seemed to be. But the one thing I couldn't understand was the state of my body every morning. I always woke up feeling like I'd just been royally fucked, just like back in our College days. Only now it was every night without fail.6:45amWith a quiet groan I climbed out of bed. Whether I liked it or not, I had to start the day. My daughter Deidre would be awake soon and there was breakfast to make and she needed to be off to.