When I entered the bathroom, they were just getting out. Both were covered in towels and both looked flushed. "Did you two start without me?" Oh yes w... did...but a long time ago when we were in the same college sorority and were roommates. We were just rekindling those memories." See, that's one difference between men and women. You girls can rekindle old memories but this..." I shook my dick at them. "This...this has no memory." What a wise guy, you are, I swear. We're gonna fuck you blind. Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their. When Faith, in my body, walked back into the bedroom, I jumped andhoped that she hadn't seen what I was doing. I could tell by the lookon her face that she wasn't happy. She stopped at the door, looked atme and just shook her head.I asked, "What!?" It's just so weird walking in here and seeing yourself laying there." Tell me about it."She walked over to the bed, sat down and said, "We've got a problem." No kidding," I said, "You've got my body and I've got yours. Justswitch us back." I can't.. I asked her if she would rather have me go to her dance and she quickly shot that down (thank you Holly for letting me peek into a 14 year old girl’s mind).I told her that I was not keeping her age a secret, but she should “dress up” for the dance, to kind of disguise her age a bit. She understood, but said that if there was anybody that was a Sophomore who went to her school would probably remember her, since she had dated quite a few 9th graders the year before. Not a problem with me, and we.