"My dear, do you ever miss being a man, being a father and husband? Itis our tenth anniversary soon, and I almost feel like I have spent moretime in ...our handsome, (if I say so myself,) former body than you have,honey." No, not really. I love having the body that you grew up in. I countmy blessings that I can be you every day. And I think I am the betterfor having your body. I hate to admit it but I was a pretty lousy dadto my kids for years after my first wife died... but becoming you,. None of that, now. He stuck his tongue out at me. Very mature. How old are you, again? 23 and a half. I continued to poke him. Jack grabbed my hand quickly to keep me from continuing. I was so distracted by the electrifying feel of his hand on mine that I almost didnt hear his next words. Hows this for immaturity. He latched onto me then and started a tickle assault on my ribs. I squirmed and fought against his arms, but there was no way I was going to be any match for him. Not that Id. I quit worrying about Matatu after that.Even though they must have walked half a mile away from camp we still heard the asshole screaming while Matatu, or whoever had to, worked on him. It was nearly an hour later when they returned with only his hands and feet. Matatu waited until he was back with the rest of us before he gave them the worst news yet."We have been lenient so far, but the next one of you that gives us trouble will leave this world completely blind and without his hands, feet,. "I opened the driver's door of the truck a little. It said, "creek." A breeze wafted into the cab and rustled Becky's hair. I pushed the door open more and it said, "erk". Becky laughed, so I slid out, took her hand and pulled her across the seat and out the door. She stumbled into my arms and we kissed.I 'erked' the door shut, grabbed the six-pack of Busch from the truck bed and led Becky into the house. I put the beer in the fridge, then I said, "If you still want the wham bam then the.