‘Um… yeah it was fine.’ He took a sharp intake of breath, ‘You need sleep. After the flight you must be tired.’ Even as the words left his l...ps he could hear how unconvincing it was. He hadn’t made love to his wife for nearly four months. It was stupid, but he was worried he would somehow hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable. Instead he would always ward off her advances. It killed him inside every time. He wanted her more than anything. ‘Jared, I want you.’ ‘But-‘ ‘No, Jared I’ve been. The only objectionwas that the paper were sprung on Alison while she was at work as Alan.Alison came home and said, "Miss Amanda, I want it for the record thatthis was never agreed to. You sprung this on me without any discussion."Miss Amanda thought it was cute her sissy thought there should had been atalk about the status of their marriage before the Mistress did what shewanted. "Duly noted, but that would not had change the fact we aregetting a divorce."Jason and Mistress Amanda assumed it. "Prue, have you been doing that kinky bondage stuff with those police friends of yours again?" Damn you, I said 'No'. My name's Perry. I'm an investment banker from Palo Alto," explained the confused man tied up to a kitchen chair, in Prue's body. "I wake up in somebody else's house--in some slut's body." Prue--you might not have a steady boyfriend or anything--but you're hardly a slut. Now me--I'm more of slut, really, when it comes down to it."The man inhabiting Prue's form looked down at. He was in his mid to late 50's and always waved hello to me when I jogged by his house. The realisation that a man was so attracted to me that he stooped to peeping through my windows not only flattered me, it turned me on. I had no idea that Frank was such a dirty old man. I decided I would give him a bit of a show. I got out of the still running shower so that he could look at my wet naked body. I went over and shut off my music and began to rummage through the drawers to look for a new bar.