I moved the flashlight around and saw, illuminated in its beam, the entrance foyer of my home, Westervelt Manor. Then the enormity of it hit me. We we...e back. Seventy years ago, we had been pulled from this spot and put into the bodies of the four poor souls who had succumbed to the freezing temperatures of a mid-January snow storm. And now we had been returned to our former bodies. I was at a total loss for words.I heard Rob say, "Where are we?" Marty said, "Are we alive?"Eddie said, "The last. This report would be about police action against crime and criminals. I was sure that the local police would be very happy to cooperate on such a project which would make them look good. Of course, I would need to actually write the report, or nobody would ever trust me, again. I didn't think that this would be too difficult, since it only had to be a report, not a good report!That evening, I discussed the project with my parents. Mother was dubious, but Dad thought that it was a great idea. He. There was no problem until she strayed onto the subject of The Berkshires. Once she insinuated he was no more than an actor, the illusion was destroyed.”“Yes, I realise she was unable to keep him with her. What I can’t understand is what’s on the next page. She continues to write as though nothing has happened, makes no mention of the calamity the previous evening. On the next day they meet up again.” She paused as she fanned the page backwards and forwards. “Unless...”“Go on.”“Yes, I’m right.. The next time I saw him I had noticed the lights down a little more than usual, but a lay face down and he began my massage. 40 or so minutes just like a normal massage then as normal he would begin rimming my ass and lubing up his fingers and start to open me up. After a while of this and my hole was relaxed, he gets a little more forceful and climbs on the table spreads my legs and wraps 1 arm under my hips. I help to lift myself from the table, pushing my hips up and back. He easily slides.