I was puzzled. What was on his dirty mind that made him smirk? I didn’t care what it was; I was horny, curious and apprehensive. My body felt ting...y with anticipation, of what his next move was.There I was leaning back on a stool, with my back against the kitchen bench and with my elbows supporting me. I looked up at My VP moving my legs around and swiveling on the stool. My legs would spread apart slightly and the close up a little.As I licked the top of my lip, I could still taste his. I walked slowly towards her with a warm smile.She woke up when our eyes met with a smile. I asked, “Anitha?” to which, she just nodded her head. I offered her my hand for a shake and said, “Madhan.” She gave a firm shake of hand (Her hand was sweaty and soft). I could sense discomfort and nervousness in her eyes.We sat next to each other for some time without any talks. The silence was broken when we both uttered something at the same time. We laughed at the coincidence and started talking some. "I'm home," Amanda called out as she entered the house. "Father? Where are..."Amanda stopped short as she stepped into the living room as her eyes fell on the prone figure of her Frank Consco stretched out on the sofa."Father?"Frank did not respond to her gentle inquiry. Amanda felt her heart pound as she approached him. Painful memories came flooding back to her. How many times had she come home before to see her father passed out on the sofa? Or the floor?For a brief moment she entertained. He stumbled out of the bed and over toward the glowing face of the clock. He saw a light next to the clock and he flicked it on, the glow of the lamp causing him to squint in pain at the brightness.Jake looked down and sudden felt dizzy. His body was not his body. His 57-year-old, overweight, and aging body was not there. He was thin and muscular with a flat stomach. He must be 100 pounds lighter. He looked around the room his head spinning, and he could feel that he knew it. He had been here.