"Where the hell is Ben?" Sandy wondered aloud.Lenore looked around the waiting room curiously. "Maybe he's in an examining room?" she offered.Sandy to...sed her head, thrust the bag with the books at Lenore, forcing her to do some quick juggling with the bag of aromatic sandwiches. She strode off to the registration desk, and found a free clerk. "Excuse me. PFC Collins was here with a cough and checkup following a punctured lung. We left to get him lunch, and now we don't see him. Where might I. They were in a big hurry by the way they were bouncing in the rough lane.Ten seconds later the farm house erupted in a fire ball. "They killed Crash or they are going to burn him alive," I thought. I held it to the floor and steered as best as I could towards the house."Did you ever play chicken Tony?" I asked."NO NOT LIKE THIS," he replied.The gap closed fast. When we were about fifty yards apart, the pickup turned right and took to the field to miss us. The pickup was the same white pickup. "A perfect fit if I don't say so myself!" Though the voice wasAudrey's, the words were most definitely not.The newly possessed young woman climbed up off of her floor and headedinto the house. The hopper began to quiz Audrey's sleeping mind,probing it for information."Why Audrey, what a boring little lady you are! We'll have to dosomething about that!" he chuckled as he became aware of her memories.With a cocky new sway to her walk, Audrey's body walked into the house,stopping in front of a. She couldn't remember that happening since the first few dates with her husband.Christine struggled to get a hold of herself. Despite her shy nature she was a very passionate woman. Until tonight that passion had been directed solely at her husband Jim. Christine couldn't believe how wonderful she felt being with these men. Finally she managed to collect her thoughts. She realized that there was business to attend to. One positive effect of the alcohol was added confidence. She was now.