I was dying of complications from COVID-19 thanks to the Corona-virus. No one here knows anything about it (go figure). Hell, no one here knows about ...ARS, the Ebola epidemic in Africa, or a myriad of things I was very familiar with. Maybe this is a dream as I die, but whatever it is, I find myself transported from April of 2020 back to June 19th, 1991. I’ve gone from being a 64-year-old man to a 14-year-old young woman.When I woke up, I found myself in a female body. I’m still trying to wrap. After removing his wrist binders, the guards retreated to the corners of the room.“Well, sit down then,” Plutt said shortly. As the man did so, he continued, “My men tell me you have something I want, is that right?”“That is. My name is Jakson. I come by way of the Irving Boys.”“Hah! The Irving Boys…”“Yep. Toursant and Vanver themselves.”“And why have they sent you here?” Plutt asked.“They didn’t. I’m on the run from them,” Jakson replied. “Let me explain… I’m sure you’re well aware of. Embarrassed and ashamed, again, of her thoughts she shook her head. She just wanted to get back to the apartment. She wanted to talk to Rick. To hear him say how much he missed her and needed her back home. She wanted to be in his embrace. She wanted things to be like when they first met.Jenna was soon back at the apartment and hoped Eli and Cindy were decent. She didn’t know what she would do if they were both still there or, worse she thought, still having sex.She knocked on the door, cracked. Stammering Lisa leaned against the car.She felt the billy club up against her thighs. Come on spread them. Don’t tell me the whore is shy.Wait, you don’t understand.Shut the fuck up. Barked O’Malley and backed it up with a strong poke in the ribs.Another car pulled up. Hey O’Malley what you got now.Just another Whore, looks like a greaser down from Taylor Street.Fucking Wap’s have no shame, coming down here selling their ass.Wait, listen , Please, You don’t………….SMAAACK. Lisa took a whack to.