My eyes snap open and I realize the ceiling is wrong. In fact, everything is wrong. Fully awake, I climb out of bed, and am immediately thoroughly dis...riented. I am a 55-year-old man, and yet I’m standing in the bedroom I had in 1975. It’s decorated differently, though. No cheap painting of two ships rounding a lighthouse, no wall rack with my BB gun, pump action .22 and shotgun on the wall. In fact, it looks like a girl decorated this place. Then the memories rush in, I see myself in the. "You are herebyinvited to Casa O'Connor for some of Angel's special pancakes and abriefing about today's events.*Rose barely had time to think about accepting before she found herselfstanding in Angel's kitchen, being handed a plate. Flit express strikesagain."Food is more than usually important when we use our powers a lot." Lenacontinued, out loud this time, as Angel piled some pancaked on her plateand pointed to a tray with three different kinds of syrup and somemelted butter. "The good news. "OK, ya bastard, who paid ya ta kill me?" Go fuck yourself! I ain't telling you nothin'!" Maybe not, but I'm gonna keep poking at yer busted hip 'til either ya tell me what I want to know or ya die. So, who paid ya ta kill me." I poked him in the hip."I don't know his name an' I wasn't tryin' to kill ya, particularly. I was paid to shoot anybody I saw from the Circle JB an' ya was headed that way." Tell me what ya kin 'bout the man who hired ya." It was some lawyer type over in Johnson. I never. Bonnie suggested Shawn and Craig. So Roger said that he would set it up. He also asked Sharon to join us. Roger said that we were set for the day after tomorrow. That night Kathy slept with Bonnie and me and I was able to fuck Kathys ass while she and Bonnie swapped tongues. Kathy made it clear that she was going to take every dick offered to her in her pussy, mouth and her ass. But until Roger could satisfy her with his mouth, he would have to wait. Shellie said At least he now has a reason to.