This was worrying to her, but she was also kind of relaxing. When she was first brought in as a child, the barracks was overcrowded and worse yet, alm...st everyone were girls, no older than 14. But now, Amelia was a full grown woman, of 20 name days, and her new found privacy was a luxury.Beginning to move around the bunk room, stretching her legs and arms out, sweat glistening down her nude, well-endowed frame. Sleeping nude was a must, especially this time of year, though it was very frowned. Two weeks went by and the card room now knew that Traci and I were together. The locals were starting to talk to her, and her game was significantly better. It was assumed that we were living together since we always came into the card room at the same time and always left together. We encouraged that idea whenever possible. One night I turned to Traci and asked, “Do you want to go home now or watch me another thirty minutes?”After a couple of days I suggested to Traci that I probably should. If they wanted the service, I would stay, but it had gotten less and less often.As much as I liked my house and studio, it was too long a drive to be practical to do on a regular basis if I was going to spend time with my girls. I was thinking about putting it up for sale and buying something closer. I mentioned it to Chelsea, and after a long discussion about what I needed, she started making calls.A month later she called. “When are you coming home?”“Tomorrow, why?”“I think I found your. And that wasn't really Ron Miller in that accident tonight. I mean, I'm Ron in Kate's body and she..." I started to sob. "She was in my body." "What are you talking about?" "We switched bodies using this stone tablet my Uncle left me. I know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me." Arnie sat looking at me like I was telling some type of cruel joke. I explained in detail about my Uncle's letter, my discussion with Kate about switching bodies, how we thought he and Maggie.