“What’s the matter?” I asked.“I can’t go back to sleep,” he replied.“Not tired anymore?” I continued.There was a long pause until he r...sponded, “No ... that’s not the problem.”“Well .. what is it? I asked.“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine,” he said.“No really, what’s wrong? You can tell me.”He took a deep breath and I could tell it was something that he was finding difficult to express. I had propped my head up on my hand to get a better look at him.“What?” I softly repeated.“You’re going to get. He didn't do any kind of fancy karate moves or anything. He just stood there smiling while I punched him."Are you finished?" he asked. I didn't say anything. I was still in shock that my punch hadn't hurt him. Shit, my hand was busted and I think I sprained my shoulder. My punch did more damage to me than it did to him. Then he grabbed me. He grabbed me so fast I barely had time to react. With one hand that old man threw me at least twenty feet backwards and I had a very rough landing. Before I. On Thursdays, her mother took her kid sister to soccer practice after school, and we had the house to ourselves.After the first few times, we seldom fucked in the conventional way. Andie worried too much about getting pregnant and neither of us much liked the feel of wearing a rubber. Sometimes I would slide my cock into her naked and withdraw just before cumming. But after an "accident" -- in which we both cooperated fully -- and a tense period of three weeks before her period came, we looked. I think what happened before had a lot to do with everything we had been doing before that, and ... other things." What other things?" she asked."Like the fact that when we woke up in the hospital, he looked like Mark," Jamie said."You what?" Allison demanded."I'm sorry," I said. "I was going to tell you, but, you know, there was a lot going on, and I guess it just slipped my mind." It slipped your mind that you changed your physical appearance?" she demanded."That's not the half of it," Jamie.