He did something that surprised me. Well, two things actually. First heleaned over and kissed me. It wasn't much, just a little peck on mycheek. Then ...e asked me if I would consider going out on a date with him,just dinner at a fast food place and a movie. It would not be anythingspecial. I told him that sounded nice but I would have to think about it.If he would give me his cell number, I would call him in a few days,after I had a chance to think about it.I was scared at first. I worried that. The pickup had a extra gas tank built into the system so it would hold over fifty gallons. It kept both tanks full at all times, just in case we had to make a trip. Hauling the boat trailer, which was chained to a tree in the yard, could eat up the gas. There was also a horse trailer, of all things, in the yard. I would be willing to bet that it too would eat into the gas mileage. It was nowhere near aerodynamic.I drove off Saturday morning with none of those thoughts. I just knew the gas tank. The creature who had stolen her body had once been an alderman, one Jacob Van Gliesen! The swine!Abigail started sobbing. This vile impostor was now lying happily in Tom's arms, while she was trapped in this ugly old body, living a nightmare! He cried himself to sleep. He arose early the next morning, and with the growing morning light, took stock of his body. He was now a barrel chested, potbelly laden middle-aged man with an ugly face and heavy whiskers, and once again, he cried. Once she had. Tavaris was sitting in his room when he heard something tapping at the window. He cautiously got off the bed and went to inspect the goings on. He contorted his face, “Jeff?!?”“Yeah! Raise it up,” he gestured.“What are you doing?”“I wanted to tell you that took some guts what you did earlier.”“You liked the routine?”“It was aight. I was jus’ impressed that y’all did it.”“Thanks, I guess.”“Yeah. It was good. Whatchu doin’?”“Nada.”“You smoke?”“Maybe?”“I got some loud if you wanna hit.”“Sure.”“Put.