Marshall's office. His secretary idly pecked away at the typewriter, hardly noticing what was going on. Veronica wondered if Mr. Marshall fucked his s...cretary the same way he'd fucked her yesterday."Hi," the secretary said, her voice tired and her eyelids drooping half-closed. "What can I do for you? Oh, you're the new hire. The one Mr. Marshall hired yesterday, right?" Right," said Veronica brightly. "Do I work here?" Here? No, whatever gave you that idea? You're in purchasing. You work with. I paced myself on the beer, maybe one every forty-five minutes or so. I got in the habit of peeling the labels off the bottles until one of the bar girls hinted that if I was going to keep making a mess on the table that maybe I should tip a little more. For a few weeks – especially when I saw a girl that through her posture, her voice, her hair or something made me think of Holly – I’d try to analyze what had gone wrong. I finally conceded that maybe it was partly my fault with all the travel. That seemed easy enough. Maybe the same rule applied to body swapping experience as to time travel. He had no right to change things, just like time travelers were not supposed to change the past.Now, it was up to him to set things right with Aron. No matter how much of a douchebag Alex was, Carter had no right to pass judgement on a wrecked marriage, when they were going to go back to their own selves.Aron was ready to go to bed, it seemed. Carter stopped for a moment and looked at the man.. Our breathing began to get hotter and heavier. I couldn't believe I was actually considering doing this right here and now, but my womanly urges kicked in and it all just seemed to take over. The fear of us being caught inside the cinema while a movie was playing just melted away. By now, I was now craving him, like a ravenous wolf in the wilderness eyeing off the little sheep for dinner. A wave of lust that had built up inside me from deep down below was now moving up into my chest and still.