He led her across the room, down the hallway, and into the master bedroom. He dropped her hand, left the door open, and turned a couple of table lamps...on.He faced Stacy, smiled, and began taking his clothes off. Her pulse quickening, Stacy began stripping her feverish body naked. They turned it into a race. It was a tie, both climbing onto the bed, from opposite sides, at the same time.They went into each other's arms and locked together in a tight embrace. On their knees, mouths glued. Suddenly, Mike was standing outside watching as his own front door was slammed shut in his face. There was a click as the deadbolt slid into place. Raised voices could be heard behind it."What the hell just happened?" He asked nobody in particular. The opened door of the Hummer beckoned him from the driveway. He cast one last look towards the front door, sighed in a resigned fashion, and went to work pulling the first bag out.There were three large Burberry suitcases and a single smaller. They had managed to get the bulls head between the tines and he couldn't get out because of his horns. BB figured that if similar setups worked for dairy cows, it should work for the big bull. The 3000+ pound bull was bellowing, and had his feet planted as BB pulled the beast toward the pen with the fork lift. The engine of the fork lift would howl in protest every time the drive wheels hit a slick spot. Those were the times the balance of power between beast and machine would shift to the bull. "Of course I found it!" Mark replied. "Once I finished with all myduties of cleaning the apartment, I was able to do as I pleased. Iimmediately went back to the freezer and pulled out the spell book andstarted poring over it like you did." Dammit!" I swore. "Greg, I-" CALL ME MARK!" he demanded."Mark, I promise you I was going to change you back as soon as I found away." Yah, I could tell," Mark answered, sarcasm dripping in his voice. "Thewhole dog and pony show you made me do before.