"Physically trade places?! How!? Like a brainswap!?!?!?" I told her that was exactly what I was talking about.Like me, she refused to accept that this...was in any way possible. I heldup the rod and explained what I had learned about it. She had a bead ofsweat starting to roll across her forehead. "I don't want to be you!That is too fucking weird!"In a way, I was relieved to hear that. I wasn't at all in favor ofmessing with my own life and who knows how this might have ended up. Icupped my hands. The doors slide shut and the train begins to move. Once a new announcement has listed the coming destinations and the train begins to pick up speed, the woman becomes less anxious. She gives a little sigh as I continue squeezing her breasts, my thumbs searching for a swell of nipple under her sweater. I bend forwards and whisper in her ear, “You’re doing just fine, doll.”She reddens a little. I kiss her on the neck, removing one hand from her breasts. Her own hand is still lingering between her. She moved forward as I spoke to her, coming around so we were now standing in the same position where our first physical interaction had sprung from. I placed the pruner and ladder on the veranda as a flash back of events swam into my mind and as quickly disappeared. “Michelle it is great to see you. You look great; I hope the wedding plans are going great.” I was babbling and inwardly I cringed. “What a fucking idiot I must sound,” I was saying in my head, “great, great, great.” She stepped. She seemed very proud of that. I was very happy for her.Roxanne and I were still having mint julips on the veranda when Aunt Boopsie and Uncle Hortense arrived from Kennebunkport, Maine. They were actually distant cousins, but since Uncle Hortense was the top corporate attorney for the family business for so many years, he and his wife had come to be known as Uncle Hortense and Aunt Boopsie. Of course, their daughter, Carla, was along. She's a few months younger than I and a few months older.