’ He got off the bed and went to his closet, finding his clothes from before still hanging, silent sentinels standing guard over his boyish dreams. ...��Fortunate Son’… KMET-FM, again… ‘ah, shit’ he thought, ‘what did they know, anyway?’ He finished changing his clothes, turned off the radio and went into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he pulled out the lemonade he knew his mother always made and poured a tall glass. He missed the lemonade most of all, forced to drink warm to hot water,. He shook his headrealizing now just how silly he was thinking it would be an easy process.He thought about how September faded into October and then it wasNovember. He thought back about that night in November when his wifefirst proposed surgery."Surgery? What kind?" Frankie heard his voice quiver."Nothing major. I was thinking how much you'd benefit from a rhinoplastyand a tracheal shave. It would give you a more feminine appearance whenyou wanted it."They talked for a while and Helen. The soft mattress and smooth sheets felt like nirvana after weeks on a bus and the close quarters of the plane. She pulled the covers over them both and he slid his arms around her and pulled her close. "I love you, Serena." "I love you, too. Now, go to sleep." She stroked his hair and he was out within minutes. x-x-x-x Cody woke and stretched, then blinked as he oriented himself. He wondered what time it was, and looked for the clock. Seven o'clock, he thought, and then chuffed out a laugh as. He had to bend over to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling over the doorway. That was amusing to her because the only other man that had to do that was the Kid. The Kid was about the tallest fellow she had ever seen and by coincidence, he had the longest tool of creation that she had ever taken between her legs. She was reasonably certain he had not been fooling around with any of her employees because it was likely they would have remarked about his size to one of their friends. Since it was.