”“Decide the toppings now and come in with me to order it.” Aside from the cheese, she chose a different assortment than the last time.After the...kiss and starting the coffee, he laid out the table. When his tie threatened to drag over the pizza, he took it off. It wasn’t as if he had planned to wear it throughout the evening.When he came back Jen was looking much tastier than the pizza had. During their a long kiss, she flowed into his hug. “Sure you want pizza?” he asked. Then they went into. .." he stammered."How low, Stillwell? How low?" Five percent, Lieutenant," he finally was able to blurt out."Five percent," Wilton said reflectively. "That's correct. I thought that I'd mentioned that number fifty or sixty fucking times during my lectures. I thought that that was what was common knowledge among every MPG member, among every fucking outside civilian worker who wears the fucking biosuit! So, Stillwell, with that in mind, perhaps you could explain to me why you let your reservoir. "I noticed the use of she AND I noticed the breathing for her. "What doyou mean, breathing for me?"He smiled. "Nothing to worry about, it's just that we will be doingthree procedures around your face, your nose, your Adams apple and yourvocal chords; four if you count your lips, so things will heal fasterif you are not breathing for yourself, and it will be easier for you ifyou are sedated, are you ok with this?"Thinking this over I agreed and asked, "How long will I be sedated."He considered. Jane walked to a few feet from him and opened the robe.“Do you like my undies Peter?” I don’t know if he recognised them, but doubted he would ever imagine they could be his mothers. It made no sense!“Yes”With that Jane dropped her robe and walked around behind him. She turned him around so he was facing the closet where his mum was watching. Jane reached around and pulled his T-Shirt up and off him. Then unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down and off as he kicked his shoes out of the way. He.