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.
