The red glow from the digital clock on the nightstand told her it was 12:37am, which made it over two hours of fruitless effort. She finally dragged h...rself out of her king sized bed and walked over to the open window. She didn't bother switching the light on, as it was a moonlit night and there was just enough light for her to make her way around. This side of their house looked straight into a tall wooden fence, so she had no inhibitions about the fact that she was in the nude. She had. Or he could be drugged, perhaps he was laying in a hospital with an IV dripping into him and somehow his mind had created this seeming reality to comfort him. Not very comforting, and either way - insane or sick or drugged - he couldn't test it and he couldn't do anything about it if that was the case. Best for now to assume it wasn't. That left only one real possibility. Somehow, insane as it sounded, he really was in his best friend's body. As much as he didn't like the idea, for now he would. With Mrs. Jenkins. Tuesday also started out well. After spending my homeroom period with Pete in the office, a chat that seemed to please him even more than it pleased me, I got my ‘Obsession’ paper back in English. Unlike all the other classes in which she had returned our work, Mrs. Palmer waited until the very end of class to pass out the papers. Her practice had always been to pass out the papers, and then pass out one copy of one student’s paper for us to discuss. This time, she just went. Rashmi: ji bilkulMai : acha agar aap bold hain to bataiy ki aap kya kar sakti hainRashmi{apnai chunni girate hue}: Ji sir jo aap kahain. Mai suit ke ander uske boobs dekh raha tha uska cleavage saaf dikhai de raha tha, uske boobs kafi bade bade the.mai uth kar uske piche aa gaya aur uske kandhe par hath rakh kar kha- aap bahut sunder hain. Who boli sir thanks. Maine use pucha ki kya main tumhare boobs touch kar sakta hoon. Rashmi: ji sir mujhe sharam aati hai.Mai: abhi to aap keh rahi thi ki.