Sometimes I have seen them before. No clue where she picks them up. She also has regulars who ring her doorbell. They are the ones that scare me most....I am jealous of them. That she might fall in love with them, and she quits what she is doing. My hope to ever approach her would be gone.A silly thought because I could never just talk to her and ask her to do to me what she does to the men. It’s just out of the question, unrealistic. So, I will imagine it. And it’s not so bad. My fantasy will. As he reached inside for two cordial glasses, the gloating executive peered surreptitiously over his shoulder, slyly feasting his eyes on Kathy's exciting, sensual body like some sort of monarch about to enjoy a ritual sacrifice. He could barely wait to see the effect this drink would have on her, to watch her, to watch her sweet, innocent face when she first began to feel the effects of the potent aphrodisiac on her nervous system. This licorice-flavored liqueur was generously spiked with. Harper’s too.“What about her?”I’m not fond of twenty questions, but I figured I’d still learn more if I kept my mouth shut. I smelled ... the bougainvillea, or something. Everything grew wild around here, not just on the hotel veranda. Julian’s hand felt sweaty now and I let it drop for a moment to wipe my hand on my shorts. I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him to me. I could smell his sweat, healthy, clean. Even in the moonlight I couldn’t see his eyes very well, but I heard and. "---We swapped about four or five times a day for the next several days.The next day when we were in our right bodies, we went hunting, andSpar shot a couple of mirrorwings and a bell-ear. I gutted and cleanedthem and we had meat with our bread and cheese for a couple of days.The headache was always there, worst just before we swapped and mildestjust afterward. We could more or less use it to gauge when a swap wasgoing to happen, though it didn't seem to always get equally bad beforethe swap.