“Anything to help you create another hot scene like the last one.”Other guys started coming into the room. I glanced at Rick. “Am I allowed to s...cialize.”“Hell, yes,” he said. “You’re the guest of honor. You can do whatever the hell you want.” I grinned and began to mingle. I had flirted with half the men in the room and felt more than a couple bulges before Rick motioned for me to join him back by the pool table.“All right, guys! Welcome back. Let’s hear it for our guest of honor here, Craig.”. .. " And she walked away in front of him. Sean stood still for a moment as he watched her walk away, watching her still-slim hips sway and watching her tennis skirt brush the top of her thigh, right below her ass.Sean immediately felt all the blood that was left in his body rush to his dick and felt his erected strain against his shorts. He just wanted to fuck her so badly. He didn't even need to fuck her, just to feel her wet pussy or to feel his lips wrapped around his dick and feeling his. She was so caught up in trying to forget her memory that she did not notice a man sitting next to her. She looked over and couldn’t help but create a stereotypical opinion of him. He looked to be in his forties with thinning gray hair and a thick beard. His beard was dark brown with strands of white and gray throughout. He was wearing a dark blue winter coat that had salt stains on the arms. She glanced down and saw dark pants with big brown boots. He had no hat or mitts. ‘It’s cold outside. ." Me! Is that what you were going to say sis, because you sure as hell look just like me"?Veronica shivered. It was quite creepy hearing someone else speak with what had moments ago, been her own voice. It was true though - Ralph did look just like she did - had! The terms of their wager had somehow changed them into to each other to satisfy its conditions. But that was crazy! A bet, or wager, was not a living thing and couldn't change reality - could it?"Look, I don't know what's happened.