You must do it. Youmust…” I held up my hand and stopped her. I stood up,walked to where she was, pulled her to her feet andwithin seconds ...ad lifted her in a fireman’s lift. Shewas shocked, but she did not struggle. Kay was wearing a black skirt and blouse, the skirtriding up as I held her in the lift. I carried her tothe bedroom and threw her gently onto her back on thebed. “Don’t move!” I ordered. I knew should would givein to anything, now, but she needed. His relieved partner in the conversation quickly walked away."I wasn't panhandling officer, really. I was just asking him for the time." From the rear the man had looked like a young bum, with the requisite ball cap, hooded sweatshirt and ill fitting blue jeans, but when he turned an older man was revealed, perhaps 65, wearing a cheap pair of sunglasses, and sporting a week's scruffy growth of beard. It wasn't the neatly trimmed, stylishly scruffy bad-boy appearance popular with younger men,. " She smirks and then puts a bite of mashed potatoes in her mouth. "Did you enjoy your shower?" he asks with a devilish grin remaining on his face. His fork idly stirs the melting butter in the mashed potatoes. The bottle makes a small farting sound as he squeezes ketchup on his meatloaf."Very pleasurable," she sighs. "I need to get more panties. Does anyone have a favorite color?"Long after dinner, she passes their bedroom and glances at his naked hips slamming between Gloria's legs reaching. I share this bathroom with three other dudes, my roommate and our two neighbors, one of which apparently felt the need to interrupt us. I'm about to answer him when I realize with a bit of a shock that I'm on bottom now, and I don't remember Ren flipping me. That's a shock in itself, but far more problematic is that as I open my eyes I find myself looking up at the spitting image of me.... but it can't be me. I'm me. "What's going on," I ask, and am immediately shocked at the tenor of my voice..