Chapter 6

"He's asleep," Tabatha whispered, referring to their seven-month-old boy. His name was Ethan, named after her husband's father, or rather, the man his mother married that had believed he was Jake's father. She slipped into bed next to her husband.

"Turn over and let me see," Jake said, concerned. They'd been so busy that he hadn't even had a chance to embrace his wife properly for several days, but first, he had to see her back where she'd been shot. There wasn't even a slight scar. "Well," Jake conceded, "You heal even better than I do. Is the bullet still in there?"

"No, silly, Hot Dog took it out," Tabatha replied, then realized she'd used Katie's memories of her brother to describe him.

"It feels strange, you know," Jake confessed. "I knew you when you were my aunt! And now, you're this vivacious, dark-haired girl..." He sighed, not knowing how to continue.

'My memories of being Katie are still somewhat occluded, darling, ' Tabatha thought into her husband's mind. 'It was the people – Mom and ... I mean, Grams and Béla – who awakened those memories. And I remembered another completely different life where I met Béla before. I actually adopted her as my granddaughter. I called her Maria.'

"But now I'm Tabatha," she said softly. "I like being Tabatha. And I really like being in love with you." She kissed him. As he kissed her in return, Tabatha moaned softly, deep in her throat. They embraced each other tightly, caressing each other with their entire bodies.

As Tabatha felt his insistent nudging between her legs, she raised one leg over his hips, allowing him access to her tight little koos. She smiled, wondered how she had thought of calling it that. Nobody she ever talked to referred to it quite that way. 'Koos' is original. That makes it mine. I like that... '

Then she remembered. She'd been twelve when she was sexually awakened. She was in the school gym, working out on the balance bar. Well, actually, she'd just finished working out and was sitting, straddling the bar, talking to a friend. She was swinging her legs back and forth, and talking. She couldn't remember what they were talking about, but she remembered how pleasurable it was, pressing her little koos against the hard, smooth bar. It felt so good that she hadn't even minded the edges of the balance beam that were cutting into her inner thighs.