‘No, nothing like that. I got talking to his wife once – they work on opposite sides of town, and to keep their marriage fresh they have a nooner ...ere twice a month. Romantic, don’t you think? They will be here for a few hours at best, although they have stayed for a week before, so we couldn’t get away with calling them that.’ We walked back to the tradesmen’s entrance and shook on it as I thanked him. I couldn’t thank him for ending my marriage, but I thanked him anyway. Making it back to my. I didn't let on that I had more planned but after a few minutes - looked at and Phil and said "Phil, do you want to fuck this tranny bride? Make me a woman"? He looked at me and he had tears in his eyes. He said "you know I do Kristi. I have wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you. I want to make you MY woman". I felt so warm by his words and wanted him in me more than ever. I stood and turned and bent over leaning on the back of the bench seat. Phil came up behind and gently lifted. They need a leader, I'm not sure I want to be the one, but no one else seems able to step up to the occasion. "Now who the hell are you?" I ask, pointing at the hysterical girl who is now lying on the ground. "Jack." "So you must be Chuck," I say, looking at the girl with the long, dark hair. She nods. I look at the boys, staring directly into my alien blue eyes. "Figure out who you people are," I say. They quietly organize themselves, reaquianting themselves with each other. . He fixed a cup of coffee and went back to the computer, clicked on her name and re-read her biography. It was very cryptic, stating that she lived in Florida, but not which city and he sat back, rubbing his face. He had a three-day meeting in Orlando next week and if he could just find out where she was, he could make a side trip. He scrolled down to the bottom of the site, searching for webmaster information and was upset that there was nothing other than a Contact Us link. It took him another.