talking to Sarah/Tasha

Tom hesitated. Given her behavior so far he could not really see 'Sarah' in the woman with him. She seemed like Tasha from what he could tell, though his only memories of Tasha were from his old life. He decided that it was probably best for him to just ask.

"Sarah, are you there?" he started.

She smiled and answered "of course I am Tom. But call me Tasha. That's who I want to be right now - and I think Tasha is a fantasy for you too."

Tom frowned. He couldn't deny that the idea of sex with this beautiful young woman had crossed his mind, but he never seriously dwelled on it. "But aren't you, uh, with Christine? I mean, would you even be interested?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm with Christine and I love her because I'm Tasha. But I also love you because I was Sarah. And as Tasha, I do like you as a person ... and even find you kind of cute."

Tom expressed some surprise.

She laughed. "It's true. I mean I'm - as Tasha - am not 'hot' for you. But she has been with guys before and enjoyed it. Women are just her preference. The Sarah aspect of me wants you to be part of my fantasy. And the Tasha aspect of me is both grateful that you are a part of her new family, and sympathetic for your loss of your wife. So yes, I want to do this at least once. Then we can see what happens after."

She extended both arms, indicating Tom to help her off the couch. He took her hands in his and pulled her gently. She nodded her head toward his bedroom and he quietly led her back. She sat on his bed to remove her clothes while Tom quickly stripped. He felt oddly embarrassed watching his pregnant neighbor get undressed so he turned his back for a minute. When he faced her again she was in her maternity underwear, stretch out carefully on her stomach and holding a condom. "I came prepared," she said with a smile. "There is enough of Tasha in me that I won't dare do this without some protection. And who knows, in this life maybe you have an STD," she teased.