She downed it in one go."More please," she said.An hour later, Helen and Sylvia were both three sheets to the wind. They had abandoned the couch and w...re sprawled on the floor. The last of the rum was in their glasses. Helen's long auburn hair had worked it's way out of it's bun and tumbled down her shoulders. She was chewing on a strand of it absentmindedly."You know what the worss part abou it is?" Helen asked."Wassat?" Sylvia asked."No sex!" she declared.Sylvia stared."Gawd, Helen! Of course. If you read it, you will see the names, D. Waller, L. Hernandez and et alii. I'm Lydia Hernandez; you can check with Detective Sergeant Reed." Why not Mr. Waller?" the other pressed."Denny is currently doing something else and is going to be out of touch for a while. Working under the covers, so to speak." The last sentence just sort of slipped out; Lydia could not believe she had uttered such a palpable lie. Those two were contagious!The older man sighed. "Well, I suppose it's okay. Please,. The man above took charge and thrust back and forth more urgently now, gaining momentum with each stroke, and as with each of those strokes rose a moan of pleasure from the mouth of the other. Entangled in the air with this clapped the sound of a double slap, as with each thrust the tanned man’s upper thighs hit those white smooth buttocks, followed by his low slung balls slapping against the others perineum. For a solid hour these two soldiers of lust banged away in their twofold ecstasy.. Guns were fired, flesh was wounded, blood was spilled,bodies were flattened to the rocky ground, and minds were once againscrambled in the blistering, desert wind. Rhonda was the first to rise."Is everyone all right?" Rhonda looked down and found herself still in the same overweight,slovenly, male body she'd inhabited all morning. Damn ... but still ...something felt different this time.No time to analyze. She checked the rest of the team. Major Kent's bodylay lifeless against a rocky.