" So I see, Charles."A man and woman walked around and stood in front of him. They both looked him up and down. Timmy had never felt so helpless and v...lnerable. He struggled against the cables and mumbled through his gag "Let me go!"The man reached out with a thin rod and lifted Timmy's limp cock. "Impressive." He said."Quite. I'd like to see it erect." She said. Under other circumstances, Timmy would have enjoyed looking at her. "Slave, come forward."Slave? In the 21st century?"Yes, Mistress.". He made a show of sniffing the air, the leather didn’t seem to want to release the girls from its grasp, just one of those things, bare, naked bodies against leather furniture, you tend to stick. Jenny got herself out of the sofa, and ran to get her towel to put down again. Despite the parental talks, she still didn’t want to have the furniture stinking the place out, when the parents did arrive home. The girls sat down again, and then realised that this was no better, the terry-cloth would. ”Doyle said, “I told you he was a manipulator. Let’s go.”Doyle stood up.Russell said to Doyle, “Just wait.” Then Russell turned to me and asked, “When you first came here, you offered to trade bodies with someone. How does that work?”I said, “You mean a body swap. Oh, that’s where I redirect all your motor control and senses to another person’s body and optionally theirs to yours. I’ve done three-way body swaps too, but that’s when I’m one of them.”Doyle sat down and asked, “Can you show us how. He's never talked about Vietnam. I've never asked him. His face recites chapter and verse with its dark, sunken eyes, and its tired flesh cut through with wrinkles like rice-paddy ditches.He talks of his "return" with soft words. He is proud of his "rehab" from drugs and drinking. He volunteers with a local veteran's group that works to keep other vets from falling back into the insentient hell they've barely escaped. He grieves for those who haven't.Tanya, Vance's wife, is 32. She.