"I'm ready." One...two...three!" She plunged the needle deep into my back. The painwas so intense I felt tears briefly come to my eyes. I'd rather hav... ahundred shots at the same time then ever feel this again. She pushed thesyringe down. I felt a weird chilling sensation enter me. It spreadthrough me and around me, becoming one with me. I felt the needle leaveme."That's it we are done," the doctor said. I looked to her."Now what?" Welcome to being a woman," she smiled. "Well in a few weeks.. It had been years since I had written anything short of trying to tell an actual story. I’d written adventure, fantasy stories for friends and family in years past. But I’d never attempted to write anything erotic, wanting to express not only the sensation of sensuality, but the emotional along with it. When I mentioned to Karen that I wanted to do that for her, she was surprised that I would actually be willing to do that for her. We actually spent the next several days ‘collaborating’ on her. The sun and booze had gotten to us. I woke up an hour or so later and had to pee. As I walked past my mother in law's couch, my jaw fell to the floor at what I saw. She was wearing a lightweight nightgown, which in her sleep must have ridden up around her waist. She had kicked her sheet off onto the ground, and there before me was her bare legs and nothing on her body from the waist down except her cotton Haynes granny panties. They were white, and clearly visible from the light of the tv was. “Don’t you get enough of being close?”Agnes grinned back. “Nope. My Viking is pleasant to sit close to and I’m planning on continuing to do that for the rest of our lives. He is a good man.”Jimmy smirked. “As long as all he does is sit.”Agnes smiled. “That will change in two weeks. Then, we’ll debauch each other. I’m looking forward to that time.”Jimmy seemed do decide that he’d been trumped each time so he kept quiet. Missus Stover had come to no such decision. “There’s no hanky-panky going on.