This was not the Beth Ann I seduced in a log cabin outside of Branson. This was a full-grown, fully sexualized woman, who decided she liked what she s...w and wanted to take it, or be taken by it.And then I understood...Beth Ann was all primed and ready when I landed in Brian's body. She was at the end of an ugly marriage and uglier divorce, sexually needy, and emotionally scarred. She NEEDED me to love her and make love to her.She needs me now.Between kisses I said, "You are the most beautiful. ”“Was it mutual back then?”“I’m not telling,” I said coquettishly. “Maybe it was; maybe you just grew on me.”We both knew full well that there had been a spark between us for many years. Indeed ten years ago when I had first started writing there had been a couple of near-misses where, had circumstances been different, he and I might well have fallen into bed a whole decade before it had actually happened.The stories I wrote at the time had been under one of my early male pseudonyms and told. “Oh, hell. I’m hungry. Let’s go.”As soon as they entered, Jeff got up and met them near the door. “I saved a couple of places next to me,” he said before kissing each of them, and not just a peck either, but he spent time with a full-blown and loving kiss for each of them.But instead of going to the bar, Jeff directed them to the table and the vacant seats near him. Nodding toward the bar, “Nat, Nicki, and Whitney are getting your breakfast, so just come and sit with me.”“But...” Ada. It describes the story of a man stranded by the storm, unable to get homeand finds shelter in a youthhostel. The first part is true, the second partof what might have happened if I had decided to wear panties that day(which I almost did).The StormSTRANDEDThe storm is raging over the land. The railroads have just announced tostop all traintravelling due to the storm. In a few hours they wouldconsider whether the trains will start riding again or not. Here I was,trapped on a station far away from.