This group is more diabolical then that. They mount the women.No, No, No. Not stand on them. They physically pour themselves insidethe hapless victims... They then are able to posses them. They make thewomen have lots of sex and party.How do I know all of this? Because I am one of them. Hahahahahah.Chapter 2 Zack's story.There are some rules to being a hopper. First off no one can tell youare in a mount, unless you pass a mirror or a picture is taken of you.Another hopper can tell when you are in. Mel was still staring at him. "The floor is a muchmore fitting place for you," she said. "Where people can step on youeasier. It should remind you that you're only fit for others to walkon."Mel's words sent shivers of fear and shame through Chad once again. Whathad gotten into her? He prayed that once they left Sandy's apartment shewould finally return to normal. Would they be leaving soon? He couldonly hope so. She was scaring him!"Damn!" Sandy exclaimed. "I wouldn't want to face you. He was looking around. It was as if he was trying to memorize the only street he could remember living on in his 14 years."Maybe you can come visit on vacation breaks," Albert said."Or you could come visit me." Gary replied, not really believing it would happen."Yeah sure," Albert said dejectedly. He knew the chances were slim as well. From her front room, Albert's mother watched her son say goodbye to his best friend. The two had known each other since they were old enough to walk. The. It’s a wonder anyone even uses it.”“We use it,” said a voice and a dishevelled looking man stepped out from between two trees. He was joined by two more men and a woman. The other men wore clothes similar to what a lot of miners wore, with the long sleeves and belted long twill pants tucked into their boots. Battered hats of no particular description other than they had a brim, were on their heads.The first man was better dressed. He wore a nicer shirt but still had the twill pants, and he.