Thetelevision is still on and is screaming its breaking news about the eventthat so far has changed our life. Jake has not heard about it yet and soon...e stop kissing and he stands and sits on the couch, listening."Wow! Then it was not a local event. My God, people must must have gonecrazy!" he says.I nod, and then inform him of what they said while he was in the bathroom.He's more shocked now than he was when he got his pussy. "My, that meansthat I can. I mean, you could have..." Impregnate. The depiction of the penis in red pointed upward; a moment later the color changed to blue, and the penis was pointing downward. Along with the visual change was an audio cue: an excited repeating tone for the red penis and a lower, sadder tone for the blue.The entire score board suddenly appeared in a small window that opened in the lower right corner of his screen.As Karla was giving them their final instructions, Anastasia was gazing at Chris with hooded bedroom eyes, her lips in a slight. "Alright you two win," I said as I went upstairs. Jeremy carried the empty drawers down stair while Osborn and I struggled with the bones of the 1930 style chest of drawers. It was similar to my own chest but shorter. Mine was four drawers hers was only three. It was almost a foot shorter than mine as well. It was mahogany though so it matched.We took the opportunity to stop at Reggie for a workout. Since we both wore sweat suits it was obvious that we had expected to stop there. We beat on the. We'd switched careers. Whatever had happened had put me in herjob and her in mine. But I was still me, and she was still her, so thatmeant that we hadn't straight up switched places. No, our lives hadchanged so this was my reality, and always had been."Hello? Are you still there?" Oh, sorry. I, eh... I'm calling from work. I have to get back. It'sreally busy here. Sorry to bother you." I could hear her saying it was okas I hung up. I just stared. I couldn't believe it. That bitch had mylife. It.