And that's how I felt. For the next few weeks, I kept my collar on. I didn't want to admit my limits. I loved the comfort of being owned, the stabilit.... I didn't want to admit that Sheila had essentially given up on us when she took the job in Hong Kong. But hadn't I given up too? I could have quit teaching and gone with her. I could have altered my life for her. Or maybe that was never possible for us.China is not particularly gay friendly, and we both always knew they would one day put the. Sure, I could give her a day free of pain, even day after day free of pain, but the agony always came back to hurt her more. Then one day she begged me not to try any longer. We accepted that I couldn’t save her life so we spent our last few days together, me trying to conceive of a time without her and she with accepting an end to the pain and utter helplessness and more worried about me getting by without her.She always loved unicorns, so in her final hours I had a miniature flying unicorn. .." he began.Again I interrupted him. "I'm going! I'll not lie around here like somehelpless female!"He stared at me for a few moments before he spoke. "I think you're farfrom helpless. In fact, I'd bet my life on it."I glared at him coolly, which caused him to smile slowly. "You sure arefull of sassafras...I sure do get a kick out of it." Come over here...I'll give you a kick!" I replied sharply."I bet you would," he laughed. "We'd better be going to bed...I want toget an early start." Wake me. Setting down with the new center of gravity that Shannon's verywomanly body possessed tested my coordination. Somehow I managed.Setting there I tried to tune out the strange sense of self I now had.The sense of having someone else's self! I struggled for a bit with thetuxedo jacket, trying to cover the prominent protrusions that wereShannon's breasts. The breasts that were now testing the limits of thedress shirt she wore. Giving up on covering them with the jacket, Icontinued to attempt to.