"Preferences?" asked the ceiling."Can I get a porterhouse steak, aged to perfection and so tender I can cut it with a fork?" Talking to a ceiling ... ...ell ... you know ... I wasn't sure I was sane ... might as well go for broke. "Baked Idaho spud dripping with real salted butter, with chives and bacon bits. Spinach salad on the side with cheddar cheese and Italian dressing. Couple of sourdough dinner rolls piping hot from the oven with plenty of good Amish butter, and hot blueberry pie for. WTF... that much nut a couple of hours... wow!I got him a towel and wash cloth so he could shower and he asked me to take one with him.In the shower we started to kiss while he was fingering my ass. I didn't want him no where my ass but his dick got hard and so did mine that I started to jack myself and he wanted to do it but I decline after dealing with how rough he was earlier with it.I then jacked myself with his finger in my ass and nutted a second time staggering in the shower. He came not. The VERY interesting thing was, for some reason, I didn’t miss it and wasn’t craving it. Again, that weird portal or wormhole had changed the universe, and in some not so subtle ways. I had begun to think of the business of my life as a distraction from REAL life, once again, something both Michelle and Father Basil had been trying to tell me, and something I’d heard from Yoshiro. And, in a sense, from the women in my life who were telling me I needed more ‘me’ time.I’d had all the ‘me time’ I. Their bodies pressed together tightly.With a sudden movement, Kira broke the kiss and slid away from Jadzia, swinging her feet to the floor and sitting with her head in her hands. "What are we doing?" she half-sobbed. "I'm not -- I'm not that kind of woman! Not ..." She gulped. "...Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just -- I'm..."Jadzia's voice came from behind her. "How do you know you're not that kind of woman? Have you ever tried it before?" No!" Kira half turned but stopped,.