She knew what I meant. "To get warrants? Depends. Not more'n a week, I hope."Maria left me stewing in my sickbed.It was going to be a long week.And wh...re was Greg while all this was going on?Always in my heart and in my mind. Often by my side, but not as often as I would have liked. In my hand, my mouth, my cunt or my ass as circumstances allowed, which was not often enough for either of us. But for my cold he would have been in my bed at that moment if I'd had a choice.Of course on Sunday he'd. "Flushing again, Ryan did his best to scoop up the gobs of spilled gunkand transfer them to his mouth, trying hard not to think where it hadbeen, while marvelling again at how wonderful it tasted.When he was finished, Sister Mercy had him stand up. He couldn't help butflinch a little as she put her hand between his legs and ran two strongfingers over the slit in the prosthesis that covered what was left of hisgenitals. "Hmmm, what's this?" she asked, holding her glistening fingersup for. Her string thong was very revealing but I was a bit tired and so I agreed to get into a nightie and retire for the night. We fell off to sleep caught in between the throws of passion and each other’s arms. We held each other almost all night but I somehow knew that tomorrow would be very different as we planned to go to a hip R&B bar for some Friday night dancing and possibly some male fun on the dance floor. We fooled around most of the day visiting the casinos and then returned to the. By the time they were headed back to her home, he was wondering tohimself, "Is this love? She obviously knows everything, and seems to notmind a bit. Yet I have been running from this my whole life, whathappens if I just stop running? Who will I be if I don't have to hide?"But he said nothing aloud, knowing full well she could "hear" him if shechose. He very gingerly reached for her hand, and she let him entwinehis fingers in hers, and they made their way back to the mansion. Thatnight, after.