"What the hell... ?" Jeffrey King's voice quietly exclaimed, and he straightened and turned, bringing the edge of a white panel on the side of the ins...allation into view, with the unnaturally close and sharp horizon of the asteroid beyond it.In the quiet of the ornate office, Almona King choked back a sob.Jeffrey King turned away from the installation and activated a thruster on his suit for a fraction of a second, and drifted forward fifteen yards, contacted lightly with a soft bounce, then. Suddenly I heard a sound like someone knocking the door very fast. Then I just pushed Akash out from my chest and said someone knocking the door. After that only he came out from his sexy mood and got so afraid by seeing the time it was 4:15 so his roommate was only knocking the door from 4. We just wore the clothes very quickly and he opened the door. What a surprise it was Das Kishore who was my old gay friend and I met him before a year ago when he visited to Chennai from Orissa. Akash. It was as if in some ways I was becoming Sarah. The night wore on, the music played, alcohol was drunk, not in excess as I didn?t have much money in my purse. Not much money in my purse -- it wasn?t my purse it was Sarah?s. Please let the old man arrive soon, let me get back to my own body. I wanted to be James, what was my surname? Simpson? No that was Sarah?s surname... Oh God, help me.As she looked around through Sarahs eyes I saw myself. Standing at the bar with Mike, Paul and good old. ”“Huh?” He said and flipped me over again by my hair.“Did I hear you say something without ‘sir’ at the end?” he asked and slapped me across my face.I was a little surprised and taken aback. But right after he kissed me, forcefully pushing his tongue into my mouth, I kissed back.He whispered to me: “Sorry I slapped you. I think I’m a little carried away.”“No. Don’t be sorry. It’s okay.”“How are you doing?”“Good, sir.”“Can you take more?”“Yes. Yes, sir, I can.”He flipped me over again and.