But why? Knowing my mother, it could only mean that it was a vital piece and that she didn't want the machine used without her permission. Was this be...ause she didn't want to risk a chance that I would take my own body back? Or perhaps it was so I wouldn't use the machine to trade bodies with someone else... This way she could control exactly who was in her body...and keep track of me. Any of these reasons seemed paranoid, but they were all consistent with my mother's need for control. I stared. “You know that Mike wants to fuck me don’t you?” She said to him. “He’s always asking me out.” He grunted again. “I bet he would give his right arm to see me like this, hey?” His response was even louder. “Do you think he would be good in bed?” She asked him. “He looks to have a big one as well. Do you think I would get pleasure from him?” She asked, looking him directly in the eyes. His face was a picture of distortion of pain and pleasure as she teased with her hand and taunted him with her. " He'll notice now."Amy didn't reply."You still sore, by the way?" Charlotte asked."Kinda. But nah. I don't know." That's right, you're on the rag. I guess it's hard to tell which ache is which down there." Thanks for announcing it to the whole world!" Anthony already knows." Still! Like, shut up! God!" How long does you cycle usually last?" Can we talk about this later?" Just wondering. If you're gonna fuck my boyfriend again, we should probably plan ahead." Oh my god! You did not even just. A shower is always a good start. I head upstairs and strip off. I feel more comfortable naked these days. It is bliss to stand under the stream of hot water knowing that no one is watching me. The water feels good on my skin and tingles on my bare scalp. Even after all the time at Inward Bound that still seems strange, but only occasionally, now.Once out of the shower, as I run the towel over my arms, I remember the RFID chip. The scar has virtually gone now; you wouldn't know it was there..