" OK" said I, "but I really need some air about now. I'll talk to you later."I left Ted's house quickly and began walking somewhere ... anywhere ... I...needed to put my thoughts in order. Everything that I had taken for granted had been flipped over end for end ... I thought about all these crazy coincidences; the photo album, Aunt Jane with her cardio I didn't even think of my ... what had Mrs. Baker called it ... skinny-dip; I was drunk), Mrs. Baker, completely naked, coming in from outside. It appeared, from the thumbnails, that we were her favorite performers, since there were several clips saved, a sort of “Greatest Hits” review of her mother’s and my love life. I returned to the video at hand.I restarted it, lost in remembrances. Last year, for my birthday, Kathy had schlepped the kids over to her mother’s house, and we had celebrated at home. The centerpiece, and my very favorite gift, had been her bestowing upon me an evening of bondage and debauchery.Affairs had culminated. "This is four months old!" "Well, toss it out then," replied Norman. She walked toward the recycle bin and did a quick double take. "Body... Exchange Contract?" she said, "What is this all about?" She handed both copies to Norman. "Some network error," he said. "Let's watch the movie." "No, I want to read this." She smirked as she read through. "Oh, that's just some little prank by an amateur hacker," he said, hoping she would put it aside and forget it. She flipped the contract close to. She was wearing a pair of bikini panties, bright pink, and a T-shirt that had been cut off to expose the underside of her DDs, tight enough that her nipples stood out clearly. ‘Are you sure he’s asleep?’ This loud enough to wake him if he was, but I was betting he was doing his nightly wank and not yet asleep. Her voice was, I figured, enough to get his attention and sure enough, the door to his room opened quietly just a hair.‘I don’t care if he’s asleep or not, I want you.’ I hoped that.