I hope you have a good night.” He watched as she got in the elevator. The doors closed between them and she was gone. Darren fell back onto the bed,...the memory of their first meeting so fresh in his mind, as if it were just last night. He sighed and picked up the envelope, pulling the invitation out. He held it above his face and read the words again. It could have been me, he thought to himself, I could have pushed harder, tried to get her out more. He had met the other man once and the guy. Though gold in colour, the medallion obviouslywas not made of that metal. Indeed, it seemed to be littlemore than a cheap piece of crap, probably knocked off bysome hippy with delusions of being an 'artist'. There was arepresentation of what looked to be some sort of angel orfairy on the medallion, but it betrayed no great evidenceof skill on the part of whoever had made it. Unimpressed,Eric handed it back to Gretchen."Very nice," he said, "but not really my sort of thing. Ihope you didn't get. I wanted every drop of his wonderful semen. Karen had an incredulous look on his face. He couldn't believe what was happening. Then, his release finished, he relaxed. A second orgasm swept over me. I shuddered as I straddled his now-lifeless body, lost in my own private world of pleasure and excitement. I could feel his sperm deep inside of me, and a pleasant buzz descended over me. I looked down at my chest. I knew instinctively that I was changing again, and so was Karen. I looked down at his. After kissing Jennie I walked to my office before pulling up several airline sites for reservations for three to LaGuardia in New York City. Unfortunately, there were no direct flights and I sure as hell didn’t want to sit in either Charlotte or Atlanta for two hours to make a flight that was less than two hours long. Instead, I joined Jennie in bed.“I’ve been thinking. When do you want to get married and what kind of wedding would you like?”“I’m sure you know that I have no close friends.