Jill smiled beatifically and caressed the side of Sharon's cheek delicately, "Oh, honey.... You now I'ld love that more than anything else in the world." She leaned in and tenderly kissed Sharon.
Sharon was positively glowing from all this attention Jill was showing her. And the way she didn't insist on constantly having sex... Life with Jill was just so much indescribably better than it was with Jim, and Rick was a famous actress now... Well, a heavily pregnant actress. Sharon frowned briefly, "So... Rick is now Rachel?" Jill nodded affirmatively while she held Sharon's hand. She didn't have time for more as the light they were stopped at had just turned Green and some idiot was blaring their horn behind them. After the sound of the horn died down, Sharon continued, "Does she have any Rachel memories? Anything at all?"
Jill paused, bit her lower lip, and turned toward her and Sharon's house, "Well... Sort of. She has a schedule, and I gave her a print version too, so she should be able to make it to her doctor's in time, but otherwise, no. I think that maybe if Rick realizes what it is to be a woman, maybe he'll stop treating us like... well, lie Jim used to."
Sharon nodded. "And you remember being Jim?"
Again, Jill bit her lip and appeared concerned, "Well... Yes and no. I... I can remember a time in kindergarden when I first met Rick, and I took my panties off..." Jill giggled cutely, "I was always doing that because I hated to wear clothes... But anyway, the point is that I remember his look of horror when he discovered that I didn't have a 'pee pee'. I also remember meeting him as Jim, but... the details I... I son't know. It's more like a dream that I can't quite remember. And since you, me, and Rachel are the only three who remember Jim at all, why should anyone else have to remember him either?"
Sharon wasn't so sure how she felt about this. Granted, she loved Jill, snd she was absolutely the best lover she had ever had in either of her memories, but just killing off Jim's memory seemed.... well, Murderous somehow. "Jill, I'm not sure I can accept just letting Jim's memories die. I mean, he was my boyfriend before we... " Sharon blushed terribly. She had finally accepted that despite their similarities that Jill simply was not Jim, "Why can't you make Jim into a little brother for you or something?"
Jill frowned. Sharon was sometimes a little too soft hearted in her estimation, not to mention the unnecesary bi-sexuality when lesbianism was obviously superior... Still, she loved her and wouldn't do a thing to make her feel bad. "Well... Maybe. I think I can come up with something, but... Let;s just say you don't know how I feel about Jim. Wait here a second, I'll help you out."
Sharon blinked. She hadn't noticed that they had made it to her house, and she was still amazed at the sheer immensity of the place. When Jill opened her door and pulled her to a wobbly standing position she decided to get a good look at the place. She had her left hand idly massaging her massive belly, and her right was clutching a purse while she held her achey back. Jill was right that reality as it was seemed more natural than her apartment with Jim had. She smiled down at the redhead and put an arm around her shoulder, "C'mon, Jill. Help me up. I think we should sleep downstairs tonight, though. All these steps are murder." Soon the pair were inside and drinking tea with a still very exstatic Tina Grainger.
Thu Aug 05 11:39:55 2004