The girls had played the trick enough that he knew the way to the second switch by heart. He opened up the last stall and locked it behind him, sat do...n on the sparkling white toilet and put his head in his hands. After a minute of depressing thoughts Michael heard the sound of footsteps from the girls bathroom next to him. He knew that the wall he sat by separated the girls bathroom and the guys bathroom, and the sounds of the five tormenters came through the wall easily. He sighed, blocked it. I viewed the handjob video he was watching for a minute, then suggested that we try something in bed. Toby was always up for getting into my bed. He left the video running on my laptop.We’d had sex maybe eight times in the past four months (and zero before that). Maybe ten times. We didn’t always fuck and I wasn’t planning to this time. Toby was naked to begin with, but I had to take off my blouse and bra, shorts and panties, which I did a little more slowly than absolutely necessary. We stood. This didn't feel like what I expected death to be like. I moved the flashlight around and saw, illuminated in its beam, the entrance foyer of my home, Westervelt Manor. Then the enormity of it hit me. We were back. Seventy years ago, we had been pulled from this spot and put into the bodies of the four poor souls who had succumbed to the freezing temperatures of a mid-January snow storm. And now we had been returned to our former bodies. I was at a total loss for words.I heard Rob say, "Where. They had IV tubes stuck in their arms. I didn’t.I reached down and felt my privates. No probes in me. Good.Two of the girls were asleep, and another two were staring blankly. But all the others were moaning and panting, obviously sexually aroused. Their eyes were rolled up in their head. All I could see were their whites. The musk of sexual arousal filled the room, making me horny.A young black man in a white lab coat rushed up to me. “We weren’t expecting you to wake so soon. Please come with.