The light intensified and became white, and I realised I had somehow been dragged into my fugue state.“Seamus, you came!” called out Emily.“Of c...urse I came. I never got a chance to say goodbye.”“I was allowed to come back specially for that.”That meant Emily had already experienced the afterlife. “What’s it like there?” I asked.There was a long pause, as though Emily was asking advice, then she giggled. “You’re naughty,” she said. “You know I’m not allowed to tell you. What I can say is that. ” I laughed again. “You said once that you really love it, that I am so tight. Downside to that, it hurts, if I am abstinent for too long. It'll pass, the more we fuck.”His frown turned into a grin. “Challenge accepted.” Without further ado he swept me off the floor, into his arms and walked towards our bedroom.“For fucks sake, stop treating me like an invalid”, I cried out. Apparently, I was still angry and frustrated, somewhere deep down.“I was more thinking of you as my future wife. Carrying. “You look beautiful,” she said.“So do you,” he replied.The soft-touch of affection seemed to relax the tension in the air quite considerably. They were both thankful for it. For Mattea, it had been a long journey. For Stephie, a long wait.The conversation was brought around to gender and Stephie questioned Mattea as to why he always referred to himself as he rather than she or a gurl. He shrugged, not knowing the answer but just accepting that he identified as someone that liked wearing women’s. Once all that was done, real construction could start.Fuel tanks buried, lines run, pressure testing, environmental compliance approvals, pads poured, the building constructed, utilities installed - including wastewater drainage and in many cases ponds to allow oil and other unwanted sediments to settle out or be removed.The final stages of the construction was blacktopping, curbing, painting for parking and directional arrows. When that was done and accepted, vendors would place the goods in.