NARAYANNE: Tom's Wish, Gone... Right?

Half asleep, Tom muttered words that no one but Naryanna heard, "I wish I would switch places with Graham." Suddenly, she saw a very different bedroom, and a very familiar one. A very familiar voice spoke behind her, "...and would you *believe* what she was wearing? I can't believe they let people go out in public like that. Isn't that right, honey?" Tom answered her with the same response he'd given for years before their separation, albeit in a different voice: Graham's. "Sure, babe." "What did you say?" Pamela peered at him, and he quickly realized his mistake. *Of course she'd recognize it. Graham probably never said it. He probably has a whole* different *thing he says when he doesn't give a shit.* "You're not turning into Tom, are you?" She asked, and grinned. "'Course not, dear." He leaned over and kissed her, marveling at how easy even such a simple movement was. There was no accompanying ache, not even a whisper of one, and it wasn't as if he were stretching at all. A thrill raced down his spine as his ex-wife returned the kiss, and she eagerly pulled him into a deeper embrace. *She didn't do that for me nine years into our marriage...* He thought bitterly, but only for a moment before she began unzipping him, plunging eagerly down onto a cock larger than his had been, he realized with another pang of bitter jealousy. *It's all good... it's all mine now.* Only moments after he came, the phone started ringing, and she kissed him once before getting up and rushing off to get it.