He met with Sharon and they drove to a rendezvous point on a road called 'Graves End', and parked where the Observer had told Peter and I to go if we ...anted to change bodies again. As you know, Barrington looks remarkably like Peter, and Sharon looks a lot like me. I was gambling that the Observer would see them and switch their bodies. It worked. The girl chained to the wall in the basement is, in reality, Barrington. The man that we met with is Sharon, or at least used to be Sharon. Part of. Listen my friend; my girl and I are in a bit of a bind. We're from out of town, and we're completely out of gas."Amos: "So. Looks like you made it to a gas station. I suggest you go fill up."Paul: "Ah yeah...you see Amos, that's where our bind begins. We haven't got any money. I lost my wallet and our trip is now officially over. We just need some gas to get home."Amos: "You mean you got no money?"Paul: "Neither of us does. We were hoping that you could help us out."Amos: "Wait...you think I'm. Now I came here with the understanding of no touching so I did not know how this would go over. “Fuck yes, TOUCH ME.” Tammy yelled. I licked my thumb and brought it to Tammy's anus. I stroked her while Brett's tongue and nose stimulated her below. Tammy went nuts. She rocked back into Brett's face and screamed as she came hard, “Fuck yea! Fuck yea! Fuck yea!” When her orgasm started to subside she fell forward on the bed, almost passed out. I put my hand on Brett's shoulder and leaned in to his. Lindsey laughed. "I've been doing this for a few years. It's not thathard." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know, I think you couldprobably do it. Everyone loves these things." Ha ha, no, Lindsey. Every box has to be accounted for, and I'm not aGirl Scout." Mrs. Linney wouldn't mind if we told her you sold a few." Mrs. Linney,Megan's mom, was their den mother. The family had known the Linneys foryears, and Lindsey was probably right about her not caring that a fewboxes didn't count.