I can’t get enough of them on mine. My own personal drug. The way he kisses me, seems as though he feels the same. We stand there in my room, kissin... deeply, my arms around him, his resting on my hips. I can’t help but want more now. I feel his hands move from my hips, up under my shirt. He skillfully moves them, I gasp through our kiss and he breaks it to look at me. His eyes are full of passion, so intense; I look up with him, a blush on my face. “I want you,” I whisper. He bites his lip,. I knew it would be that way the first night I thought of the plan, that Super Bowl Sunday. That's why right off I thought about the commencement ritual we'd have to have, when we got our guys together for the first time since we transformed them, and gave them a chance to get to know each other all over again. And to be initiated into full womanhood together. That's what we wanted for them.And that's what we gave them, Beth and Lorie, and Helene and me. Here's how. Remember that none of them. Travis put his hands together, centered himself and straightened his hair better than a barber could ever manage. He gave her wink and launched himself from the truck, taking the steps to the front entrance two at a time.In a moment, a thin fifty-something woman, with bright red cats-eye frames dressed in a black with white striped tailored pants suit, strode out the door with him. She was still putting on her long coat as they came down the stairs. Anya hopped out of the passenger side and met. "Don't you have your own email address?" Yeah, at home. But I don't want to use that." I meant for business. You should be sending them out under your name. That way answers for you will come to you. And the girls won't be confused about who wrote them." But I don't have Internet yet." We'll just set it up here for now."I established a new account for her and then added it to the rest of Jack's email accounts in Thunderbird. I set it up to check for new mail every ten minutes, like Jack's.Myra.