He looked around forty and she could see his wedding ring, his build was exceptionally swarthy he was dark skinned.She sensed his interest in her even...though they had not spoken her instinct is a built in protective device all women have she knew if she let him he would try to chat to her.Not that she didn't want him to chat to her, she was simply thinking things through.She watched his fingers as they gripped the steering wheel and the gear stick.She had decided a while back that one could. “Truth or Dare?” I ask her hoping to get dare again to ask her to do something naughty for me. “Truth,” she says and looks at me smiling innocently. Bitch.. I think to myself and wrack my brain for a Truth. “Are you horny?” I ask straight faced almost smiling. “Yes,” she replies her innocent smile turning into something a little more sexual. “Truth or Dare?” she asks and my smile grows into a mischievous grin. “Dare.” “I dare you to sit in my lap with your legs wrapped around my waist.” she. "Remember," our teacher reminded us, "do not use this ability carelessly.For example, if you swap with someone whose magical potential is lessthan yours, he might not want to swap back. And you would not have themagical muscle to force him to return your body. And never try to forcea body swap. Nobody in this class has enough magic to mentally controlsomeone or modify their memories. Therefore, if you force a body swapand that person reports an illegal body theft, the Council of Wizardswill. "No no no no. You've been perfect to me. You've made me the happiest woman in the world."Richard could feel some of his anger returning. "Then what was THAT? How are you the happiest woman in the world if you're fucking some stranger instead of your own husband?" I'm not fucking a stranger," she said quietly.He paused. "Who is it?" He wasn't sure if he wanted to know."Our neighbor."Richard barely stifled a cursing spree. Their neighbor, Chris, had to be the most peverted womanizing man he'd.