He stumbled into bed and drifted asleep. Beth crawled out of bedand took hold of the amulet. As she stared down at her sleeping husband, shewhispered,..."I wish I had my husband Mark's body."She looked down at her now male frame, and saw her husband sleeping in her oldbody in his old clothes. Beth knew that this would make for an interestingmorning, yet she still went to sleep. Mark woke up first and greeted the sun entering his bedroom windows. As heturned his head back towards the front of his. But, the more wine Marnie consumed, the more paranoid she became. She imagined some nubile young blonde with a perfect body screaming as Anderson fucked her all over his bedroom. Marnie had long been paranoid about her age and how her body was changing with the passage of time. She harboured more than a little envy of the young girls who paraded their washboard stomachs and pert, enhanced tits. Marnie tried to clear her mind, banish images of Anderson fucking someone else. If he was, there was. Michelle had kept me at arm’s length after the fling, too, not that she was overly great in the sack, either.“Michelle, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked Danielle’s friend, who gave me a witchy smile.“Um ... Simon ... I think that we have unfinished business, you and I,” Michelle bit her lower lips in a surprisingly charming way.“Sorry, I don’t follow you, but come inside, if you must. Please elaborate, Michelle,” I sat on the motel bed and she on the other one.“Oh, I think that you know. She almost wanted to hug him. ‘Really,’ she assured him. ‘Two eggs, two strips of bacon, and two pieces of toast.’ Michael repeated, as he reached into his clunky old refrigerator. He turned around to see her gazing down at the table, frowning as if she was looking into the eyes of a dying squirrel. ‘Are… are you all right?’ ‘Does it fucking look like I’m all right?’ she growled. She smiled bitterly and mumbled, ‘Those were the first words I said to you.’ ‘Yeah, I know,’ Michael said, smiling.