Andrew couldn't help but admire how it looked topull the shorts up his smooth, gorgeous legs. Although the fact thatthey were his legs dampened the ef...ect a bit.When he was ready, he turned to the nurse who was dutifully tapping awayon her tablet. "Alright so the last step is to name suits, so they canrespond to individual commands."Andrew considered the three female figures. The first was a littleshort, but generously proportioned beneath red frizzy hair. The secondwas tall, lean and pale. Downhill. Due to towns, villages, stop signs in the middle of nowhere, it takes about 3 hours. The train is faster.Boston to Manchester, after great sex and shopping, takes an hour, uphill ... well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading home ... it's not far.I wanted Jess. I wanted her. In my bed, in the tub, on the couch, up on the telescope platform. She was different than the cookie cutter "J's." I could be pleased and happy keeping her pregnant and happy. Pregnant?. I half contemplated taking a leaf out of one of Jeffrey Archer’s novels – I think it’s “Not a penny more, not a penny less“ where the hero fleetingly meets a girl who is a successful model on a train, and then finds her agent and hires her for a publicity event at one of his shops so he can see her again and ask her out. Trouble is, I couldn’t think of any reason why I’d need to book her without making it horribly obvious that I was paying her to spend time with me – and we know what words we. Greyson began to smile, knowing whatwas about to come."...And...if...if I don't want to? You know, if I don't want to changeback? What then?" Sawyer said, taking another sip of his wine to buoyhis apprehension for asking.Greyson grinned.And there it was.They always asked."Well, we found that out quite by accident not long after I made thedresses. It seems that if you, ah..., take in the male seed, shall wesay," Greyson explained, clearly choosing his words carefully, butlooking down at his.