"Are you ready to listen?" Your mouth isn't moving," Jim noticed."You're not ready. I'll came back when you're ready to return to your old body," and ...t jumped, and scampered down Jim's sweater with its claws."Alright: Okay! How do I become me again?!!"It stopped a few feet away, and turned to "face" him. It began to lick a paw, "I have been watching what has been happening to you. The template-matcher has been damaged." 'Template-matcher'??" There's a technical term, but why bother telling you. She appeared to be in her early thirties as I was. I was more than happy to keep her company even though it crossed my mind she may be gay since I was sure her friends were a lesbian couple. They wore matching rings. She spent a portion of the bus ride writing in a journal in which she wrote my name after I introduced myself. She laughed when I described my terror as I inched my way down the steps of the Chichen-Itza pyramid but after I showed her my photos from the top that clearly showed its. ‘I haven’t been underaged in about ten years.’ She kept laughing, falling back on the bed, holding her convulsing stomach. Dave gave up his search and stood there, watching her for a moment. He didn’t think it was very funny but he didn’t know what to do except watch her. Her legs were spread wide open, her hairless sex gleamed in what little light there was in the room. He walked to the edge of the bed and knelt and stuck his tongue right up her twat. She felt it probing her and, in a very. . particularly the bathroom!"When Rachael didn't respond, I looked at her to see why. She had found the phone book and was busy searching through it.There was a phone in the living room. After she'd located what she'd been looking for, Rachael picked up the phone and started dialing.I could hear it ringing on the other end. A second later, she was talking to someone. While she was busy on the phone, I went out to the car and retrieved the rest of our bags.After I brought them inside, I started.