She had been on all fours, as we talked, and the only time she changed positions was to check her phone when it rang repeatedly.“Birthday wishes can...wait!” was what she had said, as she declined the call.“It won’t take much time anyway. Let us just do this in the doggy style,” she continued talking to me, also very clearly indicating that she had decided how we would be getting this done.“Get on the bed, Kartik. And, bring yourself to my back. Now!” she was dictating terms now.My mom was quick. The most erotic thing I’d ever seen. She looked almost familiar, somehow. Hmmm, the shoulder-length brown hair. You know, I must be crazy. I only saw a photo from the front, mostly clothed. If I didn’t know better, it could just possibly be the same woman, naked from behind. Hmmmm. The camera angle was fixed, as if someone who set it up in their bedroom to tape themselves. Glancing down at the filename – ‘Trina6’. Nooooo, it couldn’t be……. Could it???? I have to say, just the. That, my finding ability, my strength and constitution got me the job of a ranger. I kept a journal of my activities and had to report in at least twice a year.Then came the specialty talents that only expressed occasionally. "Finding" was one of them. "Teaching" was another--a teacher could impress knowledge directly onto another's mind. That was a rare one. Teleportation was the mailman's dream--even with just line-of-sight jumps a teleport could go from hilltop to hilltop, covering close to. He was pleasantly surprised by just how simple the controls were. In a few moments, he had his old body back, and he stepped inside the box.**********"Okay," Roger finally said as he sat down on one of the lab stools. "So you've convinced me. It works. It can change a person into damned near anything." He shook his head. "So how does this help me?"Irwin laughed. "Roger, my boy, your problem is you don't have much imagination to go with your brains." He saw Roger's frown. "Okay, so what.