He told me that he enjoyed watching me have fun with all the men, and he had a suggestion. (It turned out; he was the theater owner as well as the pr...jectionist.) First, he offered to let me in for free whenever I wanted. Then, he gave me a trench coat. He told me to take my clothes off first and leave them in the booth, along with my shoes. He gave me a pair of flip-flops to wear in the theater. That way, I wouldn't keep losing my clothes and shoes all the time. He further instructed me. "God, I do feel strange, Tom." Martian?"Tricia grinned. "IN the flesh!" She staggered over in the high heels and took the devise from the unmoving tentacles of the 'Martian'."You traded bodies with Tricia. Hot Damn!" He looked at his friends new body. "Er... do you think we have time..." Tom, get a hold of yourself!"Tom reluctantly released the body of Tricia. "What about him... her... it?"The mouth of the alien vainly tried to form words and fell flat on its face - breaking the Clinton. " As she took the glass from me, my hand slid to her bare forearm. Her skin felt so smooth and warm. The glass dropped to the floor and suddenly we were pressed together, kissing. I felt her belly grind against my hardness. My hands slid under her teeshirt and undid her bra strap at the back, then as it fell away from her tits my hands moved round to her front and I was fondling those big warm breasts, feeling their beautiful curviness and malleability in my hands as I kneaded them. As she. And so it was time for me to change my tactics.“Lexy?”“Yah?”“Do you know what an incentive is?”“That’s like ... when you want to make someone do something? Like, build a house? So you give them money?”Close enough.“Right. It’s not always money, but you have the right idea. So what would be an incentive for you to actually study the subject of inflation? I mean chapters 5 through 8.”“Wud?”I’ve mentioned her Valley Girl accent, haven’t I? Oh man, it grates ... Especially when you know it’s an.