John has the bright ideaof sneaking into the lab he's working in to use the new experimental mindtransference device to let him take the test for her....With his latesttweaks, they discover that the machine has switched more than just theirminds.********************John looked down at himself. At his tiny, manicured hands, a penciltwirling in one of them - just like she used to do, he noted in the backof his head. At the perky breasts strutting out from his chest, the smallcleavage visible due to. This is a brothel, if you knowwhat that is, and we're two of the girls who live and work here. Wesometimes have to indulge our customers' fantasies, and that's why Amyis dressed as a nurse tonight. I was due to be a schoolgirl today , butI guess that's not going to happen now."At the mature old age of 14 of course I knew what a brothel was. Ilaughed to myself at the thought of how enraged my father would be if heknew I was in one. We had reached the kitchen, a big warm white-paintedroom with. Because she knew the detective had turned the interrogation room camera and microphone off, the one remaining cop said, “Well played, Mr. Jones. He thinks he is the top detective in the states. My coworkers here got assigned to the airport as muscle, not brains. The TSA security staff can’t do more than follow policy. I can’t believe they didn’t ask for any identification or frisk you before bringing you into an interrogation room. Dumb ass detective thinks he has a child sex trafficking. ‘Knock knock knock’ it read. I open the door and there she stands, her face damp. It wasn’t raining and her eyes were red, fresh from crying. ‘Well come inside’ I said, trying to sound warm and comforting, then remembering she also hates the cold weather, ‘its too cold outside.’ She sits down on my bed, the main feature of the one roomed unit I lived in. I sit down right beside her and put my arm around her. She leans her head back on my shoulder, something she wouldn’t normally do. We fell in.