When I died, I left my old body and was drawn back here, to my young body, and I woke up in it sitting on the grass outside of school, the last day of...eighth grade." Oh my God!" Bennie said. "Was that why you were so out of it Sam?"I nodded my head at him and grinned. "I had to yell at him to get his attention when I saw his mom pull up to get him." Bennie told the room. "He was completely out of it, I thought I was going to have to kick him to get his attention." Beginning that day, there were. I am looking for a French maid type costume, I hope you have one."Natasha pointed to a chair near her and instructed her to sit down, she would go and look for the costume and see what they had.Candice sat down nervously not knowing why she was so apprehensive. If she had the choice, she preferred men. So why was she drawn to Natasha?Natasha looked at Candice, her eyes gave the impression of radiance shrouded by darkness and it seemed she looked right through her.Candice shifted nervously and. We’ve heard how good he is with the goats and at finding herbs,” she explained.My father’s mouth was hanging open in surprise. My mothers were both grinning happily. “Shouldn’t you talk to Bergoa’s father, and then the Priest?” Mother Sofala asked Father, giving him an almost gentle nudge.“Hmmmmm? Oh, yeah,” Father said, finally closing his mouth.He looked at me lying on the ground and laughed. “You might want to bathe and put on clean clothing,” he chuckled.When I looked, I realized that I had. I sighed because I knew Carol would not give up once she wanted to know something. "Go ahead ask and I will try and answer your questions." "What are the girls like, are they old or younger? Are they different races? Do they take off their clothes? How much does it cost?" At this point I stopped Carol and said "One question at a time please. The girls I see are just your average girl. I have some favorites that are black, oriental and white. They are eighteen years and older. A lot of girls.