“You’re Dolly right?” he asked.“Yes,” she agreed, “You’re Alex right?” “Sure,” he agreed, “The word is you failed your exams, ho... would you like to join us for a orgy on Saturday.”“Crikey,” she replied, “That’s forward.”“Chaps at Student Welfare said you seemed like you needed a break, chance to do some screwing, maybe help thee wi retakes.“Jee,” Dolly agreed, “Yes, tJimmys, Saturday, where? when?”“Here’s mi addess,” he said handing her a card, “drop me a line an I’ll sent thee details?”That. "No, it doesn't." I reached across the table and took her hand, women can get away with that move without seeming untoward. I could feel her longing and the gesture relaxed her."Does Mike like to kiss you down, you know, down between your legs?" She squeezed my hand as if it were painful for her to even vaguely describe the act of cunnilingus."You mean does Mike like to eat my pussy?" I said it firmly without being overly loud."Yes." She turned a deeper shade of crimson."I sit on Mike's face. We had lunch at a fancy restaurant on the way out of town. I had a very small lunch. My excuse was that I didn't feel well after the run.I spent the next five hours in the car with the two of them. Since I had no idea what was going through Sylvia's mind, I pretended to sleep most of the way home.When we had the car unloaded I said to Peter. "Why don't you take off? I'll drive Sylvia home."After the five hour drive, in almost complete silence, he knew something was wrong. He didn't even answer. He stood in front of it and gazed at his nude body. He didn't recognize the body he saw. There were many scars of past wounds on his chest. It was obvious the man who's body he'd taken over, had fought and survived. He critiqued his 'new' body and saw a man who looked to be in the prime of his life. In his late forties or fifties, there were streaks of silver in his hair and while he wasn't overly tall, he had a solid build. This wasn't the body he'd have expected a 'computer designer' to.