.."I start to remember growing up as a girl. A girl" How can that be. I open my eyes and the image disappears. "What's going on," I ask the angel....The image that you saw, is what could have been, if things were a little different," the angel says. "An X for a Y, and an alternate you." So its not real," I say."Close your eyes and just watch..." the angel says.I close my eyes. The image returns. As I finish cooking the dinner, the door bell rings. I take my apron off and walk towards the. Embarrassed, Charles hurriedly got his things and left for his last set of classes.Again Charles had Bridget's shapely body and face in his mind as he sat zombie-like in his classes. The rest of the day went by seemingly instantly as his mind was picturing the beauty all afternoon. He stopped by the main office and was given a padlock with a locker number to it. "We've gotten your locker situation sorted, now you wont need to carry all your books in your backpack" the lady behind the front desk. Don't worry, his search was very narrow andfocused on the BOAM." The others looked at Delta; she nodded in amanner that let them know that it was very probable.The Sheriff started the call, as soon as Harriet answered, "no need totell me, this is a conference call, I figured out that one on my own.How is our friend Dylan Moore?" "Harriet, this is Sister Moonstar, I amletting Delta, who you know as one of the Three Stooges bring theSheriff and you up to speed." Delta spent the next ten minutes. They sent a group over to rent an apartment for a playhouse for their little sex parties! They have gotten smart to the fact if someone complained about the club being frequented by young white bitches wanting big black cock! They could lose their liquor license and have to close their club as well as lose all that sweet pussy. My wife set them up with an apartment even helped by demonstrating it fucking the two owners all afternoon. She came home late that afternoon rubbing her well-fucked.