”“You do some interesting stuff, girl,” Kelsey said.Like I said, grad student. Five years older than me. Smart, as one would expect for somebody...who’s pursuing advanced degrees in electronics and robotics. We’re glad she’s part of the program.“Just flyin’,” I returned. “Like a superset of driving. Three dimensions. More rules.”“Are you gonna do it?”“If Dan doesn’t mind me flying to Miami with another pilot and a plane-full of lawyers.”“Not overnight, huh?”“Nope. Back home before. Jessica's breath caught in her throat at the sight of the woman's beauty. The lady spoke, her beautiful eyes searching Jessica's. Her voice was husky. She spoke in perfect English and with an unexpected soft musical tone so different from the harsh guttural German Jessica had expected.'We meet again, my dear. I watch you speaking with Eva. I see she is taken with you - and why not when you are so... how do you say?... desirable. And you I think find Eva so? Yes?'Jessica had stammered something,. " "That's great ... I mean, everyone at the reception was saying what a great couple you made." "Yeah but ... I need to ask your permission." "My permission ... what for ... I'm not your father!" "You don't understand. In a year ... a bit less, actually ... you'll be going back into that body. And I'll have left this one months before, so you'll basically be dating the me you see now. I just want to know if that's okay with you. I mean, I can break up with him now and it will be a lot easier. If it’s my hand that cups her breast first, her smaller palm holds my hand to her heart, and her other hand reaches for the back of my head and her fingers run through my hair. Amelia pulls my head towards hers, and we kiss. Our first kiss is always slow and soft and gentle, full of wonder, it’s always a reminder of our very first kiss. We don’t believe each other, that the other is real, and our slow kisses are proof. It’s as if we’re young, just teenagers, always in our first wonder at each.