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where Selena had been. It was still Selena, of course. But it wasn’t.
    I realized tears were streaming down my face. She reached up and wiped them away.
    “Are you okay?”
    I put my hand on her cheek. She leaned against it.
    “I never got to say goodbye to her,” I said. “The impact from the other car knocked her unconscious. I think she died never even knowing what had happened.”
    She rose and climbed into my lap. I held her, feeling her. She was exactly the same.
    “How did you manage this?”
    “I went through the videos you have of her. All of them.”
    “All of them?”
    “Yes.”
    She kissed me gently. “So if you want her again, I can be her.”
    This hurt. This hurt so fucking bad, but I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t let go of her.
    And I wanted her. I started kissing her. She kissed me back, not exactly like Megan had kissed me, but close.
    She rose from the chair, pulling me upstairs. I followed. She undressed me and sat me on the bed. Then she took off her clothes.
    It was Megan, exactly as I remembered her.
    I’d always thought Megan had perfect breasts. Maybe the rest of the world might not agree, but they were perfect to me. Two pregnancies and a lot of breast-feeding had taken their toll, but some reconstructive surgery after Cole and Kevin were weaned had given her back the gravity-defying 19-year-old boobs I’d fallen in love with.
    She had recreated them exactly, no doubt from all the photos I’d taken of them.
    I cupped her in my hands, closing my eyes and remembering. She pulled my head to her chest and held me. I kissed her nipples, suckling her, thinking of all the times I’d done this. She sighed just like Megan did and let me.
    We fell back onto the bed, kissing and caressing each other. My head was spinning. I knew this wasn’t really Megan, but the resemblance was too perfect and my emotions too strong. After a while, she pushed my head from her breasts and made me lay back. She climbed between my legs, then straddled one of my thighs. As she took me in her mouth, she began rubbing her sex against me. I knew where this was coming from. Megan was doing this in one of the videos.
    It wasn’t Selena sucking my cock. There was none of the level 4 no-gag-reflex deep-throating. It was basic married housewife fellatio. Just like Megan.
    I let go. I had to, or I was going to lose it. Megan climbed on top of me, taking me inside her, leaning back straight like she always had. I took her breasts in my hands, tweaking her nipples as she began to ride me, rubbing herself against me. I moved myself with her, finding the rhythm she’d always liked.
    It went on for long minutes, long after Selena would have come. Her movements sped up. Then she gritted her teeth, letting out a soft cry. I felt the tremors inside her. Then she exhaled and fell onto my chest.
    I held her, kissing her gently as she coasted down. She fell to the side, pulling me on top of her. I thrust in, looking down at her. My wife who was gone and here again. I just lost myself in her, the feel of her. She held me, rubbing my back, urging me forward like she always did when she felt me getting close.
    With an anguished grunt, I stabbed into her as deeply as I could get and came. Then I fell forward and began to cry.
    Selena held me, kissing at my tears.
    “Are you okay?” she asked in Megan’s voice.
    “Yes. Thank you.”
    ♦ ♦
    We lay together for a long time. She stayed Megan.
    It felt like before she’d died. Since I worked from home, we’d often made love during the day.
    “I don't know if I want you to do this again, but I’m glad you did.”
    “I’m glad. I was worried how you would react.”
    “Alisa was right. It helped.”
    She didn’t say anything for a while.
    “I think you should say goodbye to me, Paul. Then I’ll go.”
    I closed my eyes and thought of Megan.
    “Goodbye. I’ll always love you.”
    She kissed me softly.
    “Goodbye. And I know.”
    She rose from the bed and left.

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