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"You know how good of a match she was, I assume?" Darren asked his daughter Carrie. "You friend?"

"Dad, she wasn't my friend. I just knew her. Actually, she was an ignorant bitch. Trust me, no one is going to miss her. Not even her husband. I think that dude was just married to her because he was too scared of her wrath to leave. No, this is better."

"What has become of her? She's not dead, is she?"

"Not exactly. That experimental treatment, the one that helps with aging? I gave it to her with your body. No, she'll live a long time now with your old body. Maybe even you should visit her, but not before you visit her husband. He's probably quite lonely."

With that, he stopped.

"What are you implying?"

"Exactly what you think, dad. Trust me, even with your head, you're better than she was, far better. Then go visit her, tell her how her husband prefers you..."

"Carrie!" He said. "Wow, you, this is a bit beyond what I expected. No, I'm not going to do that. I will see her husband at least to explain myself, though."

"Suit yourself, but ask him about her. She won't be missed, and you know me, you know I've not like this with anyone else, ever."
"Yes, that's true... still."

A couple of days later, he did go meet her husband and found out that Carrie was being almost too nice. The way her husband reacted to him with her body, the way he talked, the way just basic affection affected him, and the passionate lovemaking that followed just displays of human decency, Darren wondered if maybe he should go see this woman. Because he should be a bit of a bad guy here and finding out he wasn't being perceived as that at all, that was the biggest surprise out of everything he had experienced with his new body.