My scars were terrible.Every night I looked at my chest and stomach and was once again, amazed to be alive. I was literally, torn to pieces by those s...ooters, yet survived, and healed up. Clearly the Universe had a job just for me, and it wasn't done.To that end, I put my bank and trust accounts, the farm, Fornier's property and belongings, and my vehicles, planes, and other property in a very special trust, that I could take control of in a different body, by correctly answering a unique set. " Details, Rotten! Everything, understood? Don't you dare leave anything out." She was scary serious.I nodded. "She got twisted sideways, kind of like this," I adjusted Mom to the side a bit, "and when we settled down, I had my hand between her legs, and I was hanging onto her boob."I moved my hand down to her leg, placing it on the inside of her thigh, pressed against her shorts. She put her hand over mine and moved it down an inch or so. "Ok, I get it. We don't need a repeat of everything.. He hung his jacket over the kitchen chair, grabbed a beer and made his way to the living room. Carol was out of town for the next two days and he had promised her that he would look in on her daughter Kim and make sure she wasn't planning any wild parties or having an unauthorized sleepover. Kim was more then a bit on the wild side and quit a handful, but John felt he could handle her even though he had no parenting skills.As he sipped on his beer he heard the back door open and close, seconds. She inhaled deeply with her nose almost nestled in his groin and simply closed her eyes. Her arms had slid around his hip and she had basically served as his blanket as they drifted off to sleep with thoughts of their evening burning brightly in both their minds.When morning comes, it finds them in basically the same position, although they have both shifted some. She had obviously pulled up the sheet sometime in the night to cover the lower part of her body and his legs. Her head had moved up.