Dying on demand - at any random time and place - didn't seem like an easy task but at least it had some possibilities, whereas trying to create déjà...vu on demand did not.Even if we could do it, did we want to hurt our family? To make this work, one body was going to have to die. That family would be hurt. There was no easy answer to that.We had plenty of time to think about these issues as judging by our experiences so far in our two lives, déjà vu's never happened in rapid succession. They. Butch switched into his Speedo's. He looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. Damn, he looked good. The only thing he would change if he could was the tattoo on his chest. When he was seventeen, he went out with his buddies and they got drunk. They all decided it would be cool to get a tattoo. He chose a death's head that was dripping with gore. He usually kept his shirt on till the women he was with were all worked up. Then they didn't care what the tattoo looked like. Not that it really. It made me feel good that he was taking such notice. I put my drink down and stood up walking to the door I asked him what diferent things I could see were. As he told me he put his hands on my hips. I took both of his hands in mine and pulled him up against me then placd his hands on my boobs. Then I pushed my but up against him so I could feel him get hard. He didn't disapoint me. He walked me to the bedroom so he could show me the view from there and it was just as impressive. I could feel. There he was sitting in a chair in a bra and thigh high stockings while Ishaved him. He had a smallish cock. It got red, actually almost purple. Itwas really hard. He said it was just his nerves. I don't know why, Icouldn't look away. It sounds strange to say about a cock, but, it somehowlooked so feminine all shaved smooth. Once I was done shaving I ran myhand all around. You know, just to make sure I didn't miss any spots.Then one night there was a shift. We were hanging out just watching.