T ammi made me feel like I was the most important guy on the planet! She never misses an opportunity to pleasure me, as I make a point of caring for her whenever possible. As we got dressed, we both counted our blessings that we had found each other.

As we've spent time together, we developed special little acts of affection that continually reinforced our love for each other. Whenever we drove somewhere I would open Tammi's door, but before she got in, she would kiss me. Upon arrival I would open her door, extend my hand to help her out, and once again she would kiss me. Whenever we walked together, we would hold hands. For me, holding hands was kind of electrifying — it signaled that we weren't just together — we were TOGETHER!

I drove to Meijer Gardens, a really great botanical garden and sculpture park. There were miles of trails with a huge variety of plant life interspersed with many impressive sculptures. I had a membership, so we got in without waiting in line for long. We entered the arboretum and viewed the latest art displays, then traced our way through several garden areas, and then walked outside. There were miles of paved trails connecting various large sculpture displays and special gardens. It was a nice walk, and I took plenty of opportunities to stop and steal a kiss from Tammi. They were brief kisses — nothing that would attract attention like our usual passionate making out. I love kissing Tammi, but certainly didn't want to embarrass her, so I always try to keep things respectable in public.

This way I could get a nice kiss about every five minutes without attracting attention. We entered the Japanese garden, which took over an hour to tour. Tammi was very photogenic and enjoyed my taking many pictures of her. The garden provided stunning backgrounds, and Tammi's beauty was an even more stunning foreground.

Next we stopped by the Da Vinci horse — and another great photo opportunity. After walking a few hours we were ready for a rest, and decided to have lunch in the cafe. We had a light and healthy lunch. I made a mental note not to take Tammi here for lunch again, but it was a nice break. We decided to take in a movie and went to a nearby Celebration Cinema.

I purchased tickets and we seated ourselves in the back. Once the movie began I could get all the kisses I wanted — no need to be discreet. Soon we were making out like a couple of teenagers. Teenagers — yes, that's how — Tammi made me feel so much younger — she was a wonderful blessing to me. We missed some parts of the movie, but we enjoyed what we saw (and enjoyed each other for the rest). After the movie we went to a nearby seafood restaurant, where we enjoyed a more substantial meal than we had for lunch.

Arriving home, I checked emails and was surprised to see two of the three therapists had responded, and favorably. Either seemed like they would work, but one (Dr. Rita Fredericks) stated that while she was usually booked solid for the next six weeks, there was a cancellation and she could meet on Thursday afternoon.

"Wow, that's great!" said Tammy, "It feels wonderful to begin our journey, and I'm so glad you are taking it with me."

"I’ll walk with you every step of the way," I assured her, pulling her close for another kiss.

"When do we do something about my name change?" she asked.

"It's pretty simple and relatively fast," I replied, "It takes about a month, so we should wait until you are ready to be Tammi full time — after you finish work."

"What exactly is involved?" she asked.

"We have to go down to the county courthouse and submit a form. We basically have to assure them that you aren't changing your name for fraudulent purposes or to avoid authorities." I explained, "There will be a hearing scheduled with a judge. At least two weeks prior to the hearing date we need to post an ad in our local newspaper, announcing the name change."

"Do they ever get denied?" Tammi inquired.

"Rarely," I answered, "It's almost a sure thing, although death and taxes are a bit surer."

"How do you know all this stuff?" she wondered, "You're an engineer, not a lawyer!"

"I've been down this road before," I answered, "You aren't my first gurlfriend."

"I know," she returned, "But I hope to be your last!"

"I hope so too," I agreed.

At bedtime we snuggled in our usual spooning positions, after pleasuring each other — it's a wonderful way to wrap up the day, and we sleep so soundly afterward!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)