"Let me get home first, last thing I need is a naked pervert in my car," Sarah says, as she continued to drive.
"I'm not really a pervert," I practically whined in response.
Sarah sighed, and then grunted, and then started to laugh. "All guys are perverts. Course, your not much a guy anymore, are you?"
"Sure, sure, pick on the bra."
We didn't talk much, but Sarah occasionally laughed on the rest of the drive. After she had pulled into her garage, and then walked into her house she sat down on the sofa in her livingroom. She pulled off her shirt and rubbed her hand across me. "Seems a shame, but here goes. I wish that Joe was human again."