Alex turned around and walked back to the room, knowing that he would stop now that he knew Alex heard them. Alex woke up after a fitful sleep. Donnin... a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, Alex walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Mandy was on her knees, scrubbing the floor. ‘Good morning Mandy.’ Alex said, making her jump. ‘Oh, morning Alex.’ Mandy said, barely looking over at Alex, ‘Sorry that I woke you up last night. Karl said that I was making too much noise and I was too stupid to. Will you marry me? Please?”Her arms pulled me close to her breasts. I could feel the tension between the fierce hug she wanted to give me, and her conscious effort to keep the hug within the limits my body could take.I wanted to hear her answer but I couldn’t speak, smothered by her breasts.“Yes, Ricky Trewartha. I will marry you.”She opened her arms enough to let me see her smile and two tears rolling down her cheeks. “When?” I asked. “When will you marry me, Shona?”“When do you want to get. " No. I'm an entity without form or substance." But her question intrigued him. Could he? Could he somehow create enough sensations to replicate an orgasm? Interesting. He made a mental note to explore the possibility later."But you have hands, fingers and a thumb," she said. "I felt them when you touched my shoulder in my room tonight." They're non-physical constructs, fashioned by my consciousness at my request." Have you fashioned a dick?" No." Why not?" I've had no need for one." Are you. Karen had always been after me to ‘dress more up to date’ while swimming or at the beach but I held my ground, continuing to wear my form hugging attire. I still had the body of a high school athlete and I was proud of it. Being a bit of an exhibitionist I also didn’t mind that my package was fairly evident. As fate would have it, I fit into the beach crowd just fine. There was a mix of North Americans and Europeans, so both jams and briefs were evident. The range of attire for women was even.