Miss Bernie

I looked at Janie, "what happened to your boy friend?"

She looked at me, "Who? Robert?" He was never my boyfriend, he was just a good friend. He likes other men. He is gay. He puts on a big act to fool the people he works with into thinking he is a big macho man. We were just buddies in college and we never even dated. I was just hearing all the gossip about my old friends. I missed you and you were gone. I was scared to death, I alerted the agency. Karen called me and told me where you were and she said that she thought you had a serious hormone imbalance. I checked and found you had been sent the wrong dosage the last time your prescription was refilled. We hope we got it in time so there will be no permanent damage to your system."

"Do you mean sexually?" She nodded and I saw a tear course down her cheek.

I laughed, "Hell, I not much of a man anyway. I am a small effeminate sissy boy at best, certainly not a man."

Janie said, "NO! You are wrong. I got a call from the Agency right after you left. The hit on you has been recalled. An informant says they have decided you are dead or retired and are no longer a threat. The Agency says they are not positive, but that you might want to consider returning to your manhood. Bernie do you want to know how I feel about it?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"First, as you pointed out a few months ago, we are not really married; I am paid quite well to do this job. I could take MY baby and go home to get a fresh start."

I felt as if I wanted to die, the tears were welling up in my eyes.

Janie said, "BUT THAT Is NOT WHAT I WANT OR NEED. I want you Bernie, I want my best ever girlfriend, my best ever boyfriend, my business partner, dog trainer, lover and my husband. I love you beyond all reason. I love to set with you and gossip, put rollers in our hair, do each other's nails. I also love it when we have regular sex together and you are screwing me with your delightful cock and at the same time I can play with your sweet lovely breasts, pulling those sweet nipples, and being deeply in love with that man, the father of my baby.