In the morning when he awoke, he had almost forgotten the incident, and when he did think about it, it seemed more like a dream. Arnold decided that it had never happened and went to work as normal. Jackie did not work, and busied herself about the house during the day, unaware that anything had occurred.
So, some months passed before anything further happened. Again, Arnold had pressure at work, and had started handling Chan. When he went to bed, he was reminded of the incident, and wondered whether it had been a dream, or for real. Jackie was already asleep. He rubbed Chan and thought of his wife's slender hands with the long red nails. There was a buzz and he had those hands. Shaking he slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. He looked at each hand and each finger carefully, and they were as though they had always been his. He thought of how his wife used to hold his manhood, and it quickly aroused from slumber. The hands, although his, were gentle and understanding, and they built the erection until it exploded, fortunately into the toilet pan. He reached for Chan, shaking, and thought of his own hands, and was again relieved to see his own hands return. He got back into bed and fell asleep immediately