Just then I heard a voice, “Wouldn’t you rather be out there?” said this woman.Startled, I turned around and pointed out that I was watching my ...ife dancing with another guy in an effort to prove I wasn’t a pervert.She looked nice a tad smaller than me, wearing a very short skirt that showed her hold ups and a low cut top that just kept her boobs from escaping the confines.“Which one is she?” She enquired.I duly pointed her and Anteros out.“Looks like she’s in another world” she added.“So am. A little like changing his clothing. It was something appealing to his sense of adventure.He went to the spare bedroom, the unused one, there being several others in use by his house pets. He lay down and made himself comfortable.He began by putting his own body to sleep. He'd found some time ago this was possible now, with his center, his self, still alert and active. Meticulously, he began taking over Sally's body. He started by controlling her arms, then her legs. He slowly connected every. Now you stay here in the dry while I pull around."Her eyes widened a little when I pulled up. I don't know why, I wasn't lying about the old truck. I just didn't tell her it was a '61 Studebaker, completely restored to showroom condition. My pride and joy, and my main hobby for the last year."My great uncle had one of these. Didn't look nearly as nice as yours," she said, after settling in."My latest project," I told her proudly. "I usually restore something and get rid of it, but just can't. Patty had always been open and forthright about sex before, but her silence was almost deafening to Michelle’s ears.“What? Are you gonna become a nun on me all of a sudden? Patricia Dianne, what the fuck is going on in there, in that head of yours?” Michelle demanded.Patty felt like she was between a rock and a hard place. Keeping a secret was one thing. Keeping one from her best friend was something else again, and it was tearing her apart. How the hell could something so beautiful be so.