” She sprang from her chair and stood wild-eyed in front of Moe. “Do you want to know what he did with my nipple after he sliced it off? He ate it... He ate it, and then he…he slurped up the blood. And that wasn’t even the worst of it.” Her face had caught the panic her eyes were dishing out. “The worst of it…” Her eyes went dark and distant. “…that was when he had his climax.” She had a better sob story than most, and Moe wasn’t immune, but he still had business to take care of. “I imagine. I’ve got control of the trust because that’s what he wants. We’re backing you.”“Why does he have you managing it?”“Dad, do you remember that history show some months back where they spoke about ancient numbering systems and how early societies had systems that went from one to ten then many?” He nods yes. “Jim is a lot like that. He understands numbers up to about a hundred, but not much beyond that. He also has trouble reading and other things.”“But he’s so good with the farm and equipment!”“I. Mom and dad went to their swinger’s thing again and would be gone for at least tonight so I was hoping we could bond. Where were you?" the obvious attempt of changing the topic was his last ditch attempt to distract me. It was cute. And a sudden thought occurred to me. I ignored his questions and stood up. I walked slowly to my own bathroom, undressing as I went. I knew he was still looking at me. And his gasp confirmed it. I looked back at him and saw that he had a greedy look at his face and. "This is going to sound ridiculous, but I thought I was a woman. I thought I was a housewife named Sylvia Westbrook." "Oh my God," I said. "What?" "Until I woke up and looked in the mirror, I thought I was Jack Westbrook." The boy looked at me in silence for a couple of seconds, whereupon his face broke out in a wide grin. "Jack?" he said. "Sylvia?" "Is that you?" "Is that you?" "What happened to us?" "I have no idea," I said. "I just woke up a few minutes ago, and I was like this." I pursed my.