She lay in her cot, looking up at the mosquitoes that ringed the single hurricane lamp that was her only source of heat and light. She had eaten spari...gly, not wanting to fill her stomach after the pounding she had taken. Light-headedness was the result. Her mind played back the scenes of her captivity, providing first hand visual images that played, non-stop behind her eyes.The Charlies treatment of her had been rough. From her capture and joke trial, Giselle had had to submit to countless. ***...And I was back in reality. What a weird-ass dream. I checked my body outof reflex, but this dream hadn't altered it in any way.I got up and walked to the mirror. Staring back at me was the image of mycrush; her hair tussled around her face, and her nipples poking out fromunderneath her white tank-top. It was all kind of fuzzy, though. I leanedcloser to get a better look - then it hit me. Beth wears glasses! I hadbeen distracted by other assets of my new body to realize this earlier.Now I. It was clear that Aunt Lori was drunk, which was not normal. Lori was not one to drink, let alone get drunk. Which may explain why she thought it was ok for her to be there. She knew her nephew needed to talk, but it was clear to everyone else she had no clue as to what his true motives were.Things were quiet at first, but then, “Timmy?! What are you doing?”From the noises coming from the room, it was not hard to imagine the two of them falling over and wrestling on the bed. “Timmy. I’m your. .. Rocket Rod??... Rod Scouries, what the fuck are you doing in Bowling Green?" he finally asked, as he jumped up and shook my hand."Well Surfer, I'm out in the cold, hard world now, trying to earn a few bucks and after a day at the grindstone I figured a beer and some titties would be just fine. Don't you just love these strip bars in college towns? They just have the freshest little pussies in the world!" I live here, always have," he answered, and then grinning added, "Bowling Green girls.