The week following the attack, Brad visited for a week to check out Central State and to get a break from his parents who irritated the hell out of him.  I suppose that was only normal, for he was the first child of the household to have lived on his own for nine months and then return to find his freedom reduced.  I suspected Sandi's refusal to have sex with him any more also had a hand in his frustration with home life, but I was a bit surprised to find he hadn't gotten laid since his porn roles.

Suzi immediately rectified that, and later said in all the times they had fucked, Brad had never been so active in the sex as he had that night.  It was also in that conversation I learned that Suzi had accepted a supply of Life's Essence from my dad and had shared some with Brad the night before he left.  At least that explained why he was so tired the next day, and why Suzi felt so sore for the next couple of days.

Joey, Suz and I gave Brad the full tour.  Well, we didn't show him anything Group related, but he did get to meet some of the other voices.  Brad was a little disappointed when he didn't get invited to any orgies while he was there, but the four of us did go to one of the Eta's famous summer keg parties and we all had a blast in the mud wresting rink.

I knew Brad had convinced himself he was going to attend Central State that fall before he had even seen it.  With Joey and I around, Brad believed he would be less apt to go chasing after another model or porn career, having decided he wanted to get his schooling out of the way and get out from under his parent's monetary control before chasing any of his wetter dreams.

Brad was going for a mechanical engineering degree, and while Central State did offer that degree, it hadn't been accredited yet.  Brad was trying to put pressure on Joey and I to use our influence to get it accredited, so even though we had no idea what that really meant, we ended up promising him we would just to get him to stop moaning about it.  Of course then he started moaning about having to live in the dorms, but we weren't about to touch that subject yet.

Brad really impressed me when he and Joey started talking about calculus.  You have to understand that my empathic senses constantly told me Brad was as lazy as they come.  And I can't tell you how many times in the classes I had with him in high school I had found his mind wandering all over the place instead of listening to the lecture.  School was a complete and utter bore to him.

Brad was explaining something to Joey about double integrals (I think) that ended up to being some sort of joke.  As they were both laughing, Brad glanced in my eyes and for the first time I saw that the reason school had been so boring to him was he was so incredibly book smart.  Suzi later told me that it wasn't uncommon for really smart people to be lazy.  Brad wasn't the brightest when it came to common sense or people smarts, but when it came to book learning, he probably could top both Joey and I put together, and that's saying something.

On the day Brad left to go home, Suzi got a surprise phone call from LeAnne, the only graduate from Timmy's Slut University.  Suzi came rushing up to me after the phone call saying we had twenty four hours to get her apartment ready for a surprise orgy in LeAnne's honor.

And just like that, I was drafted into preparing for another orgy I wouldn't participate in.  I spent the rest of the day running around getting supplies while Suzi pulled strings of every size to ensure all of her toy boys would be in attendance the next evening, which was no easy thing to do.

Suzi was just so excited about showing off her legion of toy boys to the only person she thought could appreciate them, and for the most part it was my pleasure to help her in her time of need.  

But Suzi's plan's for twelve hours of uninterrupted sex with her toy boys came crashing to the ground when LeAnne showed up at her door five hours early, desperate for Suzi's and my help to become a man.

"A man?!?" Suzi exclaimed as I sat down on Suzi's couch, way beyond stunned.  

Like everything else in her apartment, the couch had been covered with black plastic in preparation for the night's rather unpredictable activities.  You wouldn't think anything would be stranger looking than a room covered in nothing but shinny black plastic, but compared to LeAnne's physical appearance...  The black plastic room looked normal.

Imagine a 38 double D knockout dame, add large nearly fatless muscles to her entire body, give her a crew cut, let her arm pit and leg hair grow out a bit, and then squeeze her into a tight fitting sleeveless shirt that barely contained her braless chest, and you'll start to get the picture.  She was a confused mess, both physically and mentally.

"I've completely lost control over my other-self," LeAnne said, looking me in the eyes as she strutted in.  

"It wants to be a man, and nothing I've tried seems to satisfy it.  I've been on male hormones for months now, but they don't seem to affect these," she said, cupping her breasts with her hands.  "I was hoping you'd help me find a way to fix them without needing surgery."

"Leanne, reducing the size of your breasts won't fix the problem," I said as Leanne sat down next to me while Suzi shook her head in disbelief.  "Surely you know that."

"Yes I do, but I'm getting to the point where I can't stop thinking about it.  I'm not looking to get a sex change operation.  I just need to look like a man for a little while, but I can't with these honkers on my chest."

"Like a man..." Suzi repeated, still in shock.

I looked at Suzi, then sighed and said, "The doc told me the venom changes the fat that was already in your breasts into something the body couldn't break down.  Any new fat added to it later would also be changed until the excessive venom left in the original fat was used up.  There maybe a drug out or something that could break down the altered fat, but I don't think anyone has ever looked for it.  I can try and contact the doctor to see if he's ever heard of something to reverse the effects, but do you really believe it will stop there?"

"No, but it gives me some time to try and get this thing under control again," Leanne admitted.

"This whole thing is ridiculous," Suzi butted in.  "Timmy, this would only take a few commands to straighten her out, something you should have done in the beginning."

"Suzi, if there's nothing else I've learned from working with the ressies and cleaning people's heads, it's to let people deal with their emotional or psychological problems without tampering with their mental perspective.  There are no quick fixes," I said before turning to Leanne and saying, "Besides, I know how to give you what you want without having to touch your breast size."

"You do?  How?" Leanne asked somewhat cautiously.

"Before I get to that, I need you to be honest with yourself, and with us.  Don't hold back your desires.  Let them have their say.  Okay?"

"Alright, I'll try."

"What would you do if you had a male body?"

"I'd try to hang out with the guys and shoot the shit."

"Okay, what else."

"I guess I'd want to have a relationship with a girl."

"A sexual relationship?"

"Yes, I suppose that's where it has to go...  But it couldn't go that far before she'd find out."

"That wouldn't be a problem.  What about guys.  Is shooting the shit all you really conceive on doing with them?"

"You mean, would I want to have sex with another guy?  No.  Why bother?  I've already had sex with lots of men.  The idea isn't even interesting to me."

"What about group sex?"

"Boring...  I've had enough of that to last me a life time."

"But, what about fifteen hunky, sweating, throbbing to your every breath, toy boys?" Suzi whined.

"What if it was just one girl the whole time?" I said, ignoring Suz.

"Just one?  Well, I suppose I could live with that, if she's willing to go the extremes."

"I think you'd find her almost over qualified in that respect," I grinned, not daring to glance at Suzi who was now glaring at me.

"Who, Suzi?" Leanne guessed with more than a hint of reservation in her voice.

"Now wait a minute!" Suzi exclaimed.  "You know I'm not into girls any more!"

"Suz, it'd have to be you.  You're the only person I'd feel comfortable with like this."

"Since when do you have to be comfortable about someone I have sex with?" Leanne demanded.

"You'd be doing it with my body."

"With your body?!?"

"Timmy... Are you sure about this?" Suzi interjected, suddenly seeing where I was heading and switching gears where her head wasn't in the gutter.

"Well, if it doesn't work, we can always go to more conventional..."

"I don't mean that.  You've been so committed to stay celebrate, which you have been for almost a year now...  Are you sure you want to give that up just to help Leanne?"

I shrugged, and then simply said, "I wouldn't be experiencing the sex."

"Echem," Leanne interrupted.

"Suz?" I asked while gently probing her for permission to form the links between her and Leanne.

"Why not just swap with...  Oh.  Nevermind," Suzi said when she saw I wanted to switch girl to girl bodies.  "Swap away."

After watching Suzi's face go bug eyed from Leanne's surprise, I killed the links and asked Leanne, "Any questions?"

"Shit.  Give me a minute," Leanne gasped.

While Leanne started to understand the full meaning of what I was offering to do, Suzi finally sat down beside me and said a bit woefully, "Well I guess the orgy is officially off then."

"If you think I'm going to start this tonight, you're nuts," I said affectionately.  "Besides, I worked all day on getting this place water proof for your little fuck fest."

"Poor Timmy Wimmy.  All pooped out from a hard day at work," Suzi teased, but then seriously added, "It would be a shame to let all this go to waste."

"Yep.  Plus Lisa Martec promised Brian Geare some action tonight.  I just love how my employees get along..."

"You men never learn.  How many times has she promised him that?"

"Yeah, but Suz...  If they do it, and I miss it...  I think I'd go fucking loony.  They're just so right for each other."

I was taken a bit off guard when Leanne suddenly slid herself onto my lap and seductively ran her right hand across my left cheek, her eyes full of passion as she softly said, "I've never told you how thankful I am for what you did for me."

"You're welcome," I said just as softly, instinctively avoiding eye contact to prevent her emotions from flooding into me.

"I owe you so much," she said, taking my hands in hers, holding them above our heads while pushing us down so I was on my back with her heavy chest pressing their hardened nipples into me.  "And now you offer me more than I ever dreamed possible."

"Leanne, don't be such a slut," Suzi objected, then added, "Or at least, not right now!"

"Takes one to know one," Leanne said as she ground her crotch into mine.

"No, I mean it, Leanne," Suzi insisted, firmly putting her hand in between Leanne's shoulder and mine to begin wedging us apart.  "You'll hurt him more than you can imagine if you get him hot enough to go through with this."

"Like any woman could hurt you," Leanne breathed in my face as she brought her lips towards mine.

"Leanne!" Suzi exclaimed in frustration, then nearly fell over backwards when I rolled Leanne and myself off the couch and onto the floor.

"Like I said, you're welcome," I said, kissing Leanne on the nose before rolling off from on top of her.

As Leanne sputtered some nonsensible words, I accepted Suzi's outstretched hand and stood up, pecking her on the cheek before offering my hand to Leanne.

"What the hell was that about?" Leanne demanded as she slapped my hand away and got up by her own means.  "I willingly give myself to you, and you toy around with me?"

"Well, if you weren't such a slut," Suzi started to defend me.

"I'm not the one with plastic covering her entire apartment," Leanne shot back.

"Suz, give me and Leanne a minute, k?" I said, cutting in.  "I promise we'll be good."

"Alright...  Then I'm going down to your place to make a few calls.  But if I hear one moan from either of you two, I'll hose both of you down with the fire hose."

Once Suzi had left, I looked into Leanne's blazing eyes and gently slipped into her space.

"I'm sorry if I pissed you off.  It's just been a while since I've been near a sexual dynamo like you that I wasn't prepared for your directness.  I really am trying to stay celibate...  Well, in mind if not in body."

Her skepticism turned into a mixture of confusion and disbelief, causing her to step away from me with a short laugh before stating with a sharp edge to her voice, "That's just great.  Here I am, the biggest slut in the world, thinking I owe everything I am to a single man.  A man who turns out has rejected the very thing he taught me to embrace.  You're a fucking hypocrite, Tim Brandton!"

"Oh, don't even try to make me feel guilty about this," I said with a touch of venom.  "Maybe I over did it when I took you to the extremes I did, but do you really believe you wouldn't have gone to those same damn extremes later on your own if I hadn't?  Ask yourself this question.  Knowing how you always, and I mean always, go to the extremes about anything you do, can you truly tell me you wouldn't be in the same damn position you are now if I had just taken your cherry and released you onto the world?"

"You're the one who took me down that path.  You thought it was the answer to all my problems.  Well it looks like you were wrong.  My problems didn't go away.  They just... changed."

"Look, you came to me for help.  Maybe the answer I gave you back then was wrong, but that's because I didn't know the answer for myself, let alone anyone else.  But now I know my answer, and I also know everyone has to find their answer their own way.  The right answer for me probably isn't the right one for you.  Or maybe it is.  You won't know it until you find it for yourself."

"Then why the body swap?  Why help me degrade myself even more by making my sluttiness complete?"

"Because I know you want something more than the love and sex you've experienced.  You'll never really know if you have the right answer if you don't try alternatives.  I don't think you'll find what you're looking for by being a guy, but you said yourself you can't seem to move on without trying it."

"So you don't think this will work..."

"I don't think it's the answer to all your problems, but it's better than you trying experimental drugs or having surgery done which you eventually would have to submit to otherwise.  And I have to admit, I wouldn't mind trying out your body for a while, even if I never get to fuck in it."

"Now that sounds more like the Tim I know," Leanne said with a smirk.  "Are you sure you wouldn't want to..."

"Positive.  But I would like a different kind of sexual favor..."

"It's been a while since I've blown anyone, but I think..." she began as she approached with hands ready to seek out my little buddy in his cave.

I intercepted her hands and directed them to wrap around my waist before pressing my lips to hers and snaking my hands down to her ass for a squeeze.  She responded with passion and I had to instantly cool both our jets before I could lose control and crash and burn.

"Doesn't look your feminine sexual urges are hurting any," I commented as we rested foreheads together and listened to Suzi's hurried footsteps coming up the stairs to fetch the fire hose.

"I haven't had them for three months...  Are you sure they're mine and not just something you did?"

"All I did was stroked the motor," I said, giving her ass one last squeeze before taking a step back to break our embrace.

"I was just helping to make sure the orgy was still on," I offered to Suzi who was standing in the door with her arms crossed.  

"That's the favor?" Leanne chirped in surprise.  "You want me to have sex with Suzi's... men?"

"Not just men," I corrected.  "These are hand picked from an entire campus of triple A prime muscle toned males, specially conditioned to have a level of self control beyond anything you've ever experienced."

"Self control?"

"They shoot on demand," Suzi said huskily.  "And only on demand."

"And since they're medically tested three times a day for all known diseases, sexual or otherwise, we're talking about the ultimate safe sex without condoms or other stuff."

"No condoms..." Leanne said somewhat distantly.  "How many cocks again?"

"Fifteen each," Suzi gushed out, her excitement getting the better of her.

"Each?"

"And I have twelve gallons of Tim's dad's drink.  You remember the purple drink, don't you?"

"Sure I remember....  Then...  Well, hell, Suzi.  You think fifteen each will be enough?"

"I think my job here is done," I said mostly to myself as I turned and headed for the door.

I was just opening the door to my apartment when both Suzi and Leanne came rushing down the stairs, giggling like a pair of school girls, and calling my name, making me wince knowing this couldn't be good.

Five and a half hours later, I was knocking on Suzi's brother's door with my pillow under one arm, my toothbrush behind my ear, and my clothes on hangers hanging from my teeth.

When Jason opened the door, he shook his head and said, "I can't believe you let her kick you out of your own place."

"They didn't kick me out.  I left voluntarily," I thought to him before taking the hangers out of my mouth and walking in.

"Not that I wouldn't have done the same thing, but... Why?"

"Because if I didn't I don't think I could have stayed out of being in the middle of it," I said as I took in Jason's humble abode.  "If Joey's grandparents weren't in town right now, I would have gone there instead of having to bother you."

Pleased to see the couch was not only new but very plush, I handed Jason my hangers and dived onto the couch with my pillow under my head.

"Ahhh... perfect," I said closing my eyes.  "This is probably better anyway.  I would have ended up working on Midge all night again if I was at Joey's.  At least here I'll get some sleep."

With my symbolic vision, I watched Jason hang my clothes over a chair, then stood there looking at me with several spiraling streams which intersected each other, traded components, then split again, sometimes into three.

"You know, I've never noticed how similar your streams are to Suzi's before.  Especially when you're worried.  Must be a sibling thing."

"My what?" he said a bit uncomfortably.  "I thought you didn't read people's minds without asking first..."

"I'm not really reading your mind," I said while watching the worried streams multiply.  "Think of it as if I'm watching your lips move as you talk, but you're speaking Russian so I don't really know what you're saying."

"I see.  You recognize the emotions behind the words and can kind of piece it together," he continued for me.

"Something like that, yeah.  Say, you're not still bothered by my dream walking into your sex life, are you?"

"Shit, that was the farthest thing from my mind," he partially lied as he sat down in the chair opposite to the couch.

"Don't forget who you're talking to here," I said, opening my eyes and looking in his.  "It might not be the big thing you're worried about, but you are bothered by it."

"Of course I'm fucking bothered by it!" he snapped.  "You fucking sneaked into my head while I'm seducing a girl, and then you tell my little sister all the details!  Of course then she comes to me all worried and shit when she's the one..."

When he didn't continue, I closed my eyes to block out the anger covering his humiliation and fear his own eyes were flooding me with and said, "You're jealous."

"Jealous?!"

"Yeah.  But hey.  It's perfectly normal for you to be jealous of Suzi when she has everything you think you want yourself."

"I am not jealous," he said confidently.  "You better get your...  whatever it is checked because you're way off."

"Your sister is getting fucked out of her brains practically every week by the hottest guys she can find, has almost unlimited power over them, yet she manages to keep it all in perspective and under control to have a sort of normal relationship with Joey.  Now tell me I'm wrong."

After feeling his jealousy surge to the forefront of his emotions, Jason sighed, then said "Fuck... How did you do that?  I never even considered..."

"When I dream-walk, I'm not really in anyone's head.  I think I'm just sort of eavesdropping.  If it makes you feel any better, I felt everything you felt, did everything you did...  I'm not exaggerating when I say I know what you're going through, because for at least that night, I was going through it all with you.  But I've had the luxury of stepping back away from it since then, and looking at it from the side, so to speak."

"I don't think it's only... jealousy," he said honestly.  "She's getting deeper and deeper into this sex slave stuff.  I don't want her to end up...  unhappy like me."

"You're not the first person on this campus to find himself wanting more out of a girl than submission and sex.  You know, maybe you should talk to Joey about joining the Group.  You do have some of the skills..."

"The Group?" he laughed with disbelief.  "I can't do anything that can compare to what Joey or the rest of them can do.  Besides, I've been their toy thing.  They'd never see me as anything else.  Or at least that's how I'd always feel."

"You're not telepathic, but you CAN manipulate people in ways that, if done right, telepaths won't recognize as being abnormal.  Don't sell yourself short, Jason.  For a self taught empath, you're pretty powerful.  And the twins said the same thing.  Err, well, not in words of course but..."

"The twins..." Jason murmured as calmness rippled through his symbolic streams.  "You know, I had expected them to be strong, but not impossibly strong.  They were...  amused when I tried to use my smiles on them, but then one of them looked into my eyes...  I sort of remember one of them fucking me...  What did they do to me?"

"They seeded you.  Didn't Suz explain all that to you?"

"I didn't really listen," he said as his symbolic streams returned to their previously agitated states.  "I mean, how could she really know.  She's not like us."

"She knows because she's been seeded herself.  So have Joey and I.  But it's nothing to really worry about.  You just can't knowingly and purposely hurt them or my dad without it killing you first.  Oh, and I guess they can turn you into their willing mindless sex toy anytime they desire it.  Next time you go home, you'll probably have this huge desire to see them."

"I don't have to go home to feel that," he admitted.  "It's funny.  I can't remember anything about what they did to me except that I loved it and it made me happy.  But if I go back before finding someone else that makes me feel happy like that, I'm scared I'll never want anything but them again."

I sat up and looked him in the eyes to say, "Well then it's no wonder you're unhappy if you're fighting the twin's seeded controls.  It's only going to get worse the longer you resist it, and I can guarantee you won't lose your desire to find someone else that makes you happy.  They can't make a permanent love slave out of you because you're...  Um..."

"What?  Because I'm Suzi's brother?" he snorted, breaking our eye contact by looking away.

"Well, yeah.  Basically."

"Fuck!  Can't I even get enslaved by two beautiful women without it involving her?"

I kept my mouth shut as he stared at the eight by ten photo of him standing next to Suzi who was dressed in her high school graduation cap and gown.  For a moment I wondered if Suzi was naked under the robe in the picture like she had been during graduation, and made a mental note to ask her the next day.  (The answer was no.)

"You know what makes this whole thing ironic?" he said somberly.

"What?"

"A year ago, I thought I was going to be the one showing her the ropes and protecting her from the shit that goes on here.  But she never needed me for any of that.  She has Joey.  And now with you around, I hardly even hear from her unless she wants me to do something for her.  Thank God I'll be out of here in another six months.  I don't think I can take much more of my little sister's fame and glory."

With that, he got up from the seat he had been sitting in and headed towards the bedroom, but paused before he entered it to say, "There's a blanket in the coat closet and you're welcome to help yourself to what little there is in the fridge.  I'm going to bed. 'Nite."

"Um, thanks.  Goodnight," I said as his bedroom door closed.

I was just lying back down after having brushed my teeth and grabbing the blanket when Jason came back out in just his jockeys and asked, "I don't suppose you've ever taken someone with you on one of those dream things, have you?"

"Uh, no.  And I can promise you right now that my mind is staying in my skull tonight too."

"Figures," he said before turning around, taking five steps, then stopped and asked,  "Any chance you'd be able let me see what's going on over there tonight?"

"You mean without Suzi knowing it?"

"Yeah, exactly."

"Nope.  Even if I would do such a thing, she'd know it was me."

"But it wouldn't be you.  It would be me," he pointed out, walking back over to the couch.

"It would still be me making the links.  Look, if you want, I can ask Suzi if she'd let me link you to one of her guys, but I'm not doing anything behind her back."

"If I wanted her to know about it, I'd just go over there myself!" he spat with frustration before turning around and heading back into his room.

Having felt his helplessness and concern for his sister's well being, I found myself considering his sarcastic remark a rather good idea.  After couple of minutes of watching his mind's emotional chaos, I carefully felt Suzi out and let her know I needed to talk to her when she had a moment to spare.  I felt her mind touching mine about twenty minutes later, and after we established a thought channel, I quickly explained what was going on and how this was the perfect time to show him what her sex with her slaves was all about.

"Jason?" I called as I knocked on his door, then opened it without waiting for his answer.  "Get up and get dressed.  You're going to be a sex slave tonight."

"What?" he said sitting up with a start, the color in his face draining as he comprehended my words.

"After I get done programming you, you're going over to Suzi's to serve as one of Leanne's toy boys.  While she's not requiring your attention, you'll be able to see exactly what Suzi does with her men, not that you'll really care all that much about it at the time since you'll only be interested in pleasuring Leanne."

"You're joking, right?" he said with fear in his eyes.

"Relax," I said while empathically reinforcing it with direct eye contact.  "It'll just be until tomorrow morning, and then you'll be your old self again, okay?"

"Do I have a choice?" he asked.

"Depends on whether you can give me one good reason not to."

"I don't want to.  Isn't that good reason enough?" he said angrily as he recovered his wits.

When he tried looking away from my eyes, I simply said, "Not really," and formed a one way link between him and the guy Leanne was teasing by holding her nipples just within reach of his tongue's touch and no closer.

When Leanne suddenly plunged her cunt down swallowing his dick with hot wet pressure, I slowly dissolved the link and then waited for Jason to come back to his senses.

He swallowed hard as he pulled down the tent pole under the covers with one hand and wiped his forehead with the other.

"Ready?" I said gently.

He only managed to nod his head once at that point, but ten minutes later he was thanking me graciously as he rushed to shower and change.   Before he left he insisted I sleep in his bed instead of the couch, and seeing he wouldn't be using it that night, I did just that.

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When I got home the next afternoon, I was actually a bit disappointed when I didn't find naked unconscious men lying all over my apartment where they had dropped from exhaustion.  But finding Leanne sandwiched between two men with a third at their feet and a fourth on the floor on the other side of the bed, all dead asleep, gave me the warm fuzzy that it had gone well.

My apartment had survived the sex-athlon for the most part, although I was pretty sure I'd have to have someone come out to clean up all the fresh cum stains on my bedroom's ceiling and walls.  While I was surveying this, I accidentally kicked the leg of the body on the floor, waking him up.

"Is she still here?" Jason numbly asked me as he struggled to sit up to see.

"Yeah, she's still here," I said, hiding my surprise that he was still there four hours after his enslavement had ended.

He crawled up on the bed and hovered over the three closely packed bodies before sighing, lying down beside them, and falling fast asleep again.

Out of curiosity, I let myself in to Suzi's place, wrinkling my nose from the heavy pungent odors of male sweat and lots of drying cum, and very carefully followed the path between the puddles and little rivers of cum from the door to the bathroom and then to the bedroom.

"She'll be sore for a week," Joey said softly from beneath her.

"That's okay.  She'll probably sleep that long too," I said, finding it relatively dry in there and didn't have to watch my step to get to the bed.  "What time did you get here?"

"A little after eight the first time to drive about a third of them home.  I didn't get in bed until after ten though...  Jason's still here."

"Yeah, I know," I said, preparing to lie down beside them.

"Uh, you might want to strip first.  The bed is still pretty wet."

After testing it with my hand, I remarked, "It's not cum.  Why is it so wet?"

"Sweat, I think.  Could be melted ice cubes too."

"I guess I'll just stand then."

"You think she over did it?" Joey asked after neither of us said anything for a minute.

"Don't you?"

"I asked you first."

"Well... I guess so.  Although from the looks of my bedroom compared to the rest of Suzi's apartment, I think a lot of the mess out there was Leanne's doing."

"It doesn't matter who thought of what.  I'm worried about what Suz does the next time."

"You mean, how she can top this..."

"Exactly."

"I don't know," I began as I started stripping off my clothes.  "I trust her to a point, but after what Steven and you put her through while you were Joseph, I guess she's liable to do about anything if she gets worked up enough."

"Tim...  I'm getting fucking scared.  I thought she would have burnt herself out by now.  Sort of like how I did after coming back from Venezuela the first time.  But if anything, she's just getting more and more..."

He didn't say the word, but he didn't have to and he knew it.

"Let's just see how she is after she recovers from this.  And I don't want us to start worrying about her behind her back.  I don't think I could ever do that again."

"Yeah, alright," he said, stroking her back lovingly a few times, then spread her butt cheeks and asked, "Did you know about this?"

I hesitated a moment before sitting up and looking, then exclaimed, "Holy shit!  Who the hell did that?"

"She did.  That's from two cocks, not one big one," he explained.  "Is it still bleeding?"

"Not that I can see," I said, getting a bit queasy from all the damage I could see.  "How bad is she on the other side?"

"It's fine," he simply said.

I got on my knees and took a closer look, then announced "It needs to be cleaned up and stuff put on it so it doesn't get infected.  You think her tub is in any better shape than mine?"

"I don't know, and I don't really want to wake her up."

"Then we won't," I said, feeling my way around her low level barriers and slipping a few blocks into her sleeping mind.  "There.  We could perform major surgery without it disturbing her sleep."

I cleaned up her bathroom before Joey carried her in, then after a few minutes of the two of us trying to hold her limp body up under the shower without getting it in her face, I sat down on the toilet, closed my eyes, and slipped her body on.

"Shit!" Joey exclaimed as he jumped in surprise when I stood her up straight.  "Damn, Tim.  You could have warned me."

"Sorry," I said with smiles on both faces.  "I need the practice."

The only thing I had intended to do was keep her on her feet while Joey washed her, but I was finding it hard to keep my mind on business with Joey's hard lean wet body sliding against mine.

When Joey stood up after finishing Suzi's legs, he suddenly found me staring him in the eyes deeply aroused.   At that point he forgot it wasn't Suzi staring up at him, so he automatically pulled me up to him for a hot wet kiss.

His hands, his skin, even his whiskers made me feel all wet and tingly down there, and we were really starting to get into the foreplay when I made the mistake of saying "Mmmm Joey," from my real mouth.

"BWAHHH!" he cried as he jolted away from Suzi's body like it had electric current running through it.

Neither of us was able to keep our balance standing in the bathtub as we were, and ended up butt to butt on our backs after sliding down opposite sides of the tiled walls.

"God damn it, Tim.  Don't you ever fucking do that again!" Joey yelled as he scrambled to get back up and then made sure Suzi's body wasn't hurt by the fall.

"Sorry!  It wasn't like I planned it!" I huffed.  "And it was those fucking commands Suzi put in your head that made you jerk back like that."

"I think she's okay," he said after taking control of her body himself and checking things out.  "Look, I'll take things from here.  I'm going to wake her up after I get her dried off.  Why don't you just go and take care of Leanne and Jason while I take her to the Center and have her checked out right."

"I don't think she's that bad off," I protested weakly.

"The last time I heard, your major was still undeclared, so I think I'd rather have a real doctor's opinion."

"Alright," I said meekly.  "I am sorry."

I left the bathroom as he shut off the water, and distracted as I was, I stepped right in a puddle of cum without thinking about it.

The next thing I knew I was flat on my back with Joey's voice calling out to me, "You okay?"

"No!" I gasped as I labored to recapture both my breath and my wits which had been knocked out of me.

"Yes!" I corrected myself desperately as Joey rushed out of the bathroom, his wet foot instantly slipping on the plastic.   He landed on his side with his face about a foot below mine.

"Oh shit," Joey groaned, then looked over at the bathroom door as Suzi dazedly peered out at the two of us.

"What's going on?  And why are you two lying around in my cum?" she asked with a yawn.

"Wait Suz!" I cried as she took a step out onto the plastic.

Joey and I both scrambled to catch her, but ended up only looking foolish as she agilely stepped around our scrambling limbs and the wet spots without any difficulty.

"What do you think this is?  A mud wrestling rink?" she yelled.  "Stop that before you pull the tape apart and it leaks onto my carpet!"

Joey and I just looked at each other, then as she turned around to go back to bed, we each grabbed a leg, pulled her off her feet, and dragged her through the nearest puddle. Satisfied by her sputtering, Joey and I then helped each other up and went back into the shower to rinse off.

Once Joey and Suzi left for the medical center, I headed back down to my apartment to wake up the remaining boy-toys for cleanup detail, and found the three of them already awake and getting dressed.  Even though they were happy to help Suzi, they were a bit disgruntled of having been kicked out of bed by Jason, having used his status as her brother to get them to comply.

After assuring them I'd make sure Suzi knew of their complaints, I sent them out to get mops, buckets, and a few more boy-toys, then looked in my bedroom to see what Jason was up to.

Jason was lying awake beside Leanne with his back to the door.  Just as I was about to speak to him, he realized he wasn't alone and asked with an annoyed tone, "What?"

"I thought you'd like to know Joey took Suz to the medical center, and I'm getting ready to clean up the mess upstairs."

"To the medical center?  Why?" he said with a slight note of concern, yet still not turning to look at me.

"Joey found some cuts on her that need to be checked out," I said truthfully.

"Well they might want to look at her ass while they're at it after the shit she pulled last night," he said with displeasure.

"I'm sure they will," I said while watching his slightly agitated streams return to their previous contented state.

"Something else?" he asked after a minute of silence went by.

"Yeah.  I think its time for you to go home."

"Oh, so you're kicking me out?" he said, finally rolling over to look at me.

"For one, yeah.  But I don't mean for you to just go back to your apartment.  Go home, Jason.  Go home and see the twins."

"I don't need to see them," he said argumentatively.  "And I'm not leaving Central State while she's here."

"Here's a news flash for you Jason," I said a bit louder than I should have, especially around a sleeping person.  "Tomorrow, Leanne and I are swapping bodies for a few weeks so she can live as a man for a while."

"A man!" he exclaimed, turning back to Leanne who sleepily acknowledged it with a half shrug half stretch.

"Not only will you not be able to woo her while she's here, but I'm sure you'll just love to know that while she's controlling my body, the only person who she can do any wooing with is Suzi."

"FUCK!" he shouted after it had sunk in.  "That's the last straw!"

He jumped to his feet and brushed me out of the way as he headed for the rest of his clothes on my couch, glaring at me as he pulled on his shorts and reached for his t-shirt.

"Go home, Jason," I repeated myself as he finished and headed for the door.

"Fuck you," he said as he opened the door, then paused to say, "Fuck you, fuck Suzi, and fuck this whole damn town!" before slamming it closed behind him.

Since Leanne was already back to sleep, I went upstairs to organize the clean up operation, but kept a lock on Jason's mind to make sure he wasn't going to do anything foolish.  He spent about an hour walking around campus and then headed to his apartment to eat and shower.

Everyone froze three hours later when Joey carried Suzi in, asleep in his arms, but we went right back to finishing up once he had taken her into her clean bedroom and closed the door.

All was very quiet and peaceful once the help had left.  After fixing something to eat, Joey and I ended up in front of the computer I had borrowed from the computer lab.  We worked fairly late entering in different symbols and their interactions with other symbols when part of a symbolic string or stream.  We quit around three in the morning only because we both agreed we would have to rewrite another section of our software before we could go any further, and didn't feel like starting it that night.  So I accepted his invitation to share Suzi's bed, mainly because I didn't care to sleep in mine until the sheets were changed, and didn't really trust myself waking up with Leanne in the same bed.

"Good morning," I chirped brightly as Leanne emerged from my bedroom wearing only a pair of shorts late the next morning.

"Please tell me you have coffee," she muttered as she walked into the kitchen and opened the pantry door.

"Coming right up," I said while willing myself not to stare at her meaty breasts with their slightly hardened nipples, and pulled out my coffee maker out of a cabinet.

"I slept almost twenty four hours, but I feel like I could go for another fourteen," Leanne yawn after sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Well, was it worth it?"

"Without a doubt.  I haven't felt this...  content with myself after an orgy since...  the week before Thanksgiving two years ago, I think.  Football players get so horny just before the holidays."

"Football players are always horny," I pointed out.  "Especially after a game."

"Horny, but tired," she said, leaning forward in her chair and resting her breasts on the table.  "I think that was the last time I found satisfaction in sex with a man.  I went on a lesbian binge for a while after that, but that didn't do it for me either, so I gave up on being a full time slut and tried to focus on school."

"How long did that last?" I asked, sitting down next to her as the coffee maker started doing it's slurping and gurgling.

"A couple of months," she said as she adjusted her left breast so it was stretched out on the table like her right one was.  "Then I ran into this transvestite while I was out bar hopping, and something in my head just sort of clicked.  I bought my first pair of jockeys a week later, and it all cascaded from there."

"I take it you didn't have any problems with it last night?"

"Not a one.  I feel like a woman again, and it feels good."

"Really..." I said cautiously.  "Does this mean you don't want to swap bodies for a while?"

"Ughh...  Honestly, I don't know right now.  I need caffeine," she moaned as she let her head droop down and almost touch the table.

"Almost finished," I assured her.  "So what did you think of Jason?"

"Who?" she asked as she rearranged herself again and laid her head on her arm on the table.

"Suzi's brother..."

"Oh him.  He was okay, I guess.  He wasn't very aggressive.  Of course none of them really were."

"You'd have to tell them its okay to be aggressive before they'd do it," I explained while standing up to get her a cup for her coffee.  "So nothing special about Jason's performance?  Sugar?"

"No."

"No sugar?"

"Yes.  No sugar," she said with a touch of annoyance.  "And if I had known I'd have to rate them afterwards, I might have paid attention to who did what.  But I didn't.  I made sure they all had their turn, but after that, a cock was a cock, and I didn't care who was attached at the other end.  I just used whoever was closest for my pleasure."

"I see," I said as I filled her cup and carried it over to her.

"I do like cream in it," she said, hiding a wicked smile.  "You have any?"

"Yeah," I said, turning towards the fridge, then froze when she grabbed my waistband, then slipped her hand cross my crotch.

"I like mine to be fresh," she said teasingly as I removed her invading hand with my own.

"Prairie Farms 2% is the only cream you're getting from me," I said as she released her hold on my shorts.

"Hmmph," she chuckled, "Don't you feel a bit hypocritical for someone who's about to loan his body out to a slut."

"Perhaps," I said as I grabbed the milk from the fridge.  "But then if I really did feel that way, there wouldn't be any body swap."

The look I gave her as I handed her the milk told her to drop the subject, so we spent a few minutes sitting quietly while she sipped her hot coffee.

"You and Joey must have your hands full with Suzi," Leanne said as she stretched.

"Not really.  She's usually pretty careful about not over doing it."

Catching me looking, she smiled wickedly before giving me her best seductive look.  Lips wetted, nipples hardening, legs parting, and her hands roaming down her body to amplify her bust and trim figure.

Getting the results she had hoped for, she asked teasingly, "Tell me honestly.  Do you really like the shape my body is in right now?"

"You mean all muscular?" I clarified, allowing myself to enjoy what her body was doing to me.

"Yes," she said as she took a wetted finger down to her left nipple.

"It's different, but yeah, very sexy," I admitted.  "Anything particular you want for breakfast?  For nourishment, that is."

"Cold cereal is fine.  But I usually shower before I eat," she said standing up and slipping off her shorts.  "I'll be right back," she said with another seductive pose before heading for the bathroom.

I knew she thought I was just playing hard to get, and apparently it was turning her on.  So when she called my name a few minutes after she had started the water, I wasn't the bit surprised by what I found.

"I'm awfully sore from the orgy," she said sounding as innocent as she possibly could, standing on the mat right outside the shower with her breasts and stomach lathered up and the rest of her wet body shimmering in the light.  "Could you come and do my back?"

I dropped my drawers with a quick "Sure," then yanked my shirt off and waited a moment for her surprise to wear off before following her into the shower.

"You sure changed your tune," she remarked as I pressed my body up behind her, making sure my hard cock slipped into the crevice between her butt cheeks as I gave her neck a lick.

"Nothing turns me on more than a naked woman in the shower," I said huskily as I reached around to pinch her nipples.

As I slid my cock up and down her crevice in an increasing humping motion, I slid one hand down to her cunt and slipped a finger in.  Her juices were flowing, but I wasn't sure how much was from earlier when she was trying to seduce me.

So I slobbered up and down her neck a bit, fingered her cunt like an inexperienced teenager, alternating from over-stimulating her clit to no contact with it at all.  

After a few minutes of that, she turned around, but immediately had to turn her head to avoid my tongue slipping into her mouth.

"Tim, this isn't working," she complained as I drilled my tongue into her ear.

"I thought this was what you wanted," I said while squeezing her ass.

"Maybe I'm just all sexed out," she complained as she wiggled free of my grasp.

"Well that's just great," I said sounding frustrated and playing it up.  "You get me all turned on and ready to go, then you pull this.  Now you're the one changing your tune."

I turned to step get out, but Leanne stopped me with her hand on my shoulder, and I turned around only to find her turning me in the opposite direction and feeling her body press up against the back of mine.

"You don't have to leave unsatisfied," she said as she grasped my cock in her hand from behind.

"Uh, I don't..." I began, finding my plan backfiring on me a bit.

"Changing your tune again?" she teased as she slid my foreskin all the way back, then forward again.  "If you're having any more of those chiastic thoughts, then how about just a hand job.  I'd like to see what this puppy can do before I have to use it myself."

Torn between my feelings and my loins, I stood there undecided as she teased my cock with her experienced hand, and found myself enjoying it too much to make it stop.  For minute I let myself go and leaned up against the wall with my legs parted for easy access, and even closed my eyes and moaned my appreciation for her efforts.

I was just starting to feel my climax coming on when Jennifer's face popped into my mind's eye, her smiling face clearing my head and brought me back to my proper senses.

"What's wrong?!?" Leanne exclaimed, finding my dick shrinking in her hand.

"Nothing's wrong," I said happily.  "In fact, thank you for proving it to me."

"Proving what?" Leanne cried after me as I grabbed a towel and left the bathroom.

"You wouldn't understand," I replied as I dried myself off just outside the door.

Once dressed, I told Leanne I'd be back in about two hours, then went up to Suzi's and surprised her and Joey by lying down beside them as they were making love.

"Didn't you get enough of this the other night?" I teased Suzi as they stared dazed at me, panting for their breath.

"Some people didn't get _any_ the other night," Joey irritatedly answered for her as he resumed his slow deep thrusts.

I watched silently as he slowly increased his speed, but then he suddenly slowed down to a stop just as Suzi was really getting into it.

"Did you need something?" Joey asked with more irritation before rolling onto his back and pulling Suzi on top of him.

"No, not really," I said, backing off the bed with embarrassment.  "I didn't mean to interrupt..."

"Timmy?" Suzi queried as I turned to leave, her tone implying I didn't have to go.

"S'alright, Suz.  I should check on my ressy's anyway," I said with a lump in my throat.

I was halfway across Suzi's living area when I heard Joey's frustrated groan followed by the bed squeaking and two feet hitting the floor.

"Tim, hang on," Joey called as I reached the door.

"Don't do this," I pleaded, not turning around.

"Do what?"

"Just go back and pretend I hadn't been here.  Please?"

"I'm sorry for snapping at you, 'kay?  It was those commands Suzi put in last Christmas that caused it, but they're gone now."

"Timmy?" Suzi called from the bedroom.  "Please don't go."

Joey put his hand on my shoulder and softly said, "Please?"

"But I _was_ intruding," I said.

Joey turned me around, looked me in the eyes and said, "You could never intrude on us. Understand?  The last thing Suz and I want is for you to feel left out.  We want to share everything and anything that you'll let us share with you, but we also want you to trust that we won't let anything go so far that we'll regret it later.  So will you stay?  Just for a little while?"

I couldn't help but smile in happiness from his sincerity, and after I wiped my eyes I nodded and let Joey lead the way back into the bedroom.

"If it makes you uncomfortable watching us, we can wait until later," Suzi offered as Joey climbed back onto the bed.

"It doesn't," I said honestly.  "I wouldn't have come in the first time if it did."

"Good," Joey said as he moved partially on top of Suzi and kissed her with increasing passion.

"I don't mean to be a spoil sport, but I didn't actually come up here to watch you two like this.  And I really do need to check on my ressies."

"What did you come up for then?" Suzi asked after Joey sighed and moved back off.

I leaned over the bed and gave her a short kiss on the lips before saying, "I'll tell you both later, okay?  It just isn't that big of a deal now."

I could feel their disappointment as their eyes watched me heading for the door again, so I paused in the bedroom doorway and gave them both a big smile followed by a, "I love you guys.  After this thing with Leanne is over, I promise we'll spend more time together as threesome.  Now get back to work so I don't feel so guilty for interrupting you."

I left the apartment building with a spring in my walk and the reassuring music of squeaking springs echoing in my ears.

"Good afternoon," Sabel said enthusiastically when she greeted me at the door.

"It _is_ a good afternoon, isn't it Sabel?"

"It's a _great_ afternoon," she said, wagging her imaginary tail as she followed me down the hall.

"How's your fork and spoon practicing going?"

"Jeff says I'm a good girl, but he still won't give a treat, no matter how much I whine."

"Literally whine?  Or just a figure of speech whine."

She made a brief doggy sounding whimper before saying, "A little of both."

I suddenly paused in my footsteps and let her crash into me from behind, just as she usually did when she was following right behind me like her doggy conditioning had her do.  I waited patently as she shyly walked up beside me with her chin against her chest, the little girl she had been before becoming a human canine showing through.

I put my arm behind her back, started walking again, and said, "You're doing fine, Sabel Anne Parker.  You may have been a dog-person longer than you've been person-person, but you're definitely acting more human now than canine."

As if to prove my words, she gave me peck on my right cheek, a lick on my left, and another peck on my lips before bouncing away, her pretty long hair swaying back and forth like a tail.

"All she gives me is a lick on the hand," Jeff Campos scoffed from the office doorway.  

"Don't feel bad.  She's just trying to get a treat out of me," I said while waiting for the short Hispanic sophomore to move aside so I could go in the office.

"I'll give that little bitch a treat, right when she goes into heat" he said jokingly as he let me through.

Accustomed to his crude sense of humor, yet sensing some truth to his words, I idly thumbed through the log from the past day and a half and joked back, "Last time someone fucked her while she was in heat, they ended up howling in pain when she started using her claws and teeth."

"She wouldn't hurt me," he said sincerely.  "Not after all the time we've been spending together."

"Just don't forget that there's a little girl hiding in that woman's body.  You might scare her off if she ever hears you talking about her like that."

"I haven't forgotten," he said with just a hint of irritation.  "I was only joking around, you know."

I looked him in the eyes and said, "Yeah, and I know what else you were doing.  Stop it or I'll have Angela trade Precious with you.  I doubt you'll be having any fantasies about _him_ at night."

His response was fairly understandable, mainly that of embarrassment and guilt followed by getting rattled from my apparent invasion of his privacy.  Since the others were showing up for our meeting in the room across the hall at that point, I turned my attention to gathering the files I needed and let him slip out without another word to join the others.

Once all six of my employees were there, I sat down at the overly worn conference table and began apologetically, "Sorry for calling this on such short notice, but something's come up and I'm not going to be able to come in for a couple of weeks.  I think you all are experienced enough and hopefully comfortable with what we're doing here that you all can handle running the day to day stuff without my help for a while.  Anybody feel not up to it?"

I knew something wasn't right when nobody said anything, so I took a good long look at each one of them and found they weren't as comfortable with the job as I had assumed.

"Anyone having second thoughts?" I asked gently.

Again my question was met with silence, so I waited a minute before asking, "If you can't tell me what's wrong, how am I supposed to do anything about it?"

It was obvious by their reaction that I had touched the subject they were all having a problem with, so I singled out Angela Cross, a senior and the oldest in the room, by asking, "What's going on, Angela?"

"What's going on?" she repeated hesitantly.

"Yeah, what's going on.  Are the Ressies too much work?  Are you having problems dealing with what we're doing here?  What?"

She looked over at the others while shrugging, so I looked over at John Belt, my sophomore business major who liked to shock people by stating his mind freely.

"John?"

"What?"

"You like it here?"

"Most of the time," he said honestly.

"What about the rest of the time?  What don't you like the most?"

"I guess it just gets a little... scary seeing how messed up these people are."

"You mean, how they got that way," I concluded.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Everyone else feels the same way?" I asked, looking around at the others, and suddenly understanding exactly what they all were feeling.

"Look, I completely understand how unnerving this all can be, and if it helps any, I'm sorry that I had to expose you to this... secret evil of the real world.  But I can't do this on my own, and I made sure you all were capable of handling this before I even interviewed you.  I did warn you that the job would probably turn your concept of the world upside down for while."

"That's an understatement," Lisa Willamette remarked.  "When I'm out, I'm constantly wondering who around me could be listening to my thoughts, and I start praying they won't take me and make me like one of the ressies."

"I do that all the time too," Lisa Martec announced while taking a hold of Brian Geare's hand for comfort.

"You don't need to worry.  The Group are the only telepaths on campus, and since you're my employees, I can promise you that none of them would dare touch any of you, mentally or physically."

"That still leaves you," Angela pointed out, her distrust hitting me square in the face.

"Shit," I moaned while massaging my suddenly stiff feeling face with my hands.  "You know, my empathic senses must be way out of calibration after all the cleanings I've done this month."

When I finished my facial massage, I found them all staring at me from having no clue what I had meant.

I gave them an empathic smile and said, "Normally I would have taken one look at you all and known it was me, not the job, you were unsure about.  I'm sorry... There's been so much to do lately... I guess took advantage of your... uhm... job conditioning a bit more than I should have.  You're all probably feeling pretty emotionally stretched, especially for what I'm paying you."

"Not really," John insisted. "I did some charity work at a nursing home in high school, so I think you're paying us pretty good."

"And living here sure beats another semester in the dorms," Brian added.

"Look, I'm not going to force any of you to trust me, but I swear to you that besides the security precautions I embedded into your subconscious minds, I haven't tinkered with your perception, and I don't read your thoughts.  Hell, just having these doubts and feelings about me should be proof that I haven't screwed around with your heads."

Another dose of my empathic smile seemed to take the edge off the room, so I tried to drive things home saying, "I've told you the truth about what we're trying to do here.  I know teaching Sabel how to eat with silverware, exercising Precious, and changing a lot of beds and diapers doesn't seem like you're doing that much, but until we find ways to bring some part of their real self out of what they are now, that's all we can do for them.

"Which brings to what I called this meeting for in the first place," I said, sliding one of the two files I had brought with me over to Jeff.  "I think its time to give Sabel a little responsibility of her own."

Jeff hesitantly opened the file, then bulged his eyes out when he saw the photo of a thirty seven year old woman chained naked to a concrete wall.

"Camille Swanson," I informed them.  "Loving single mother of two girls, or at least was until her neighbor discovered his voice and began experimenting on her and her two daughters.  Turned the three of them into incestual lesbian sex freaks for a couple years until he noticed the oldest daughter was having her periods and made the two girls his cock fiends.  After unsuccessfully trying to get Camille pregnant, he spent his idle hours twisting Camille's mind into goo."

"She's one of the ressies, right?" Lisa Martec asked after getting a good look at a second photo after Camille was taken into the Group's care.

"Yeah.  Camille is probably one of our worst cases too, but then again they're all probably just as bad in one way or another.  She's one of the four we have to keep diapered and hand feed all the time.  Normally she's completely impassive and you're led to believe nobody's home in there.  But she recognizes her daughters on sight and becomes very violent if she isn't allowed to be with them.  They've had to be kept apart because Camille tries to sexually stimulate them, and until now the girls were way too fragile emotionally to cope with that.  

"This is her oldest daughter, Kim," I said, opening up the other file and showing them the picture of an early teen girl with the familiar absent look in her eyes common to pre-cleaned ex-slaves.  "She's sixteen now and has almost recovered from her cleaning enough to try and draw her mother out before I clean her.  Don't worry.  We're not going to have to deal with Camille while she's with Kim.  That will be run by the specialists at the hospital."

"What does this have to do with Sable?" Jeff asked.

"I want Sable to start taking care of Camille while she's here, and when Camille starts going over to the hospital for her visits, I want Sable to go with her.  It should help draw Sable out more as she'll be taking the parental role, and I'm hoping with Sable's doggy loyalty, Camille will latch on to her right after her visits with Kim and not rush back into hiding inside her own mind right away."

"When are they going to start the visits?" Brian asked while studying Kim's file.

"Probably in about a month."

"Says here Kim had a baby?"

"Yeah, I saw that too and asked about it.  It was born premature and only lived about a week.  It might have survived if the bastard had attacked the Group six months earlier than he did."

"What about the other girl?" Lisa Willamette asked.

"Charm...  Cool name, isn't it?  I think she's fourteen now.  She's got a lot farther to go before she could handle her mother.  Hopefully she'll be up to helping out while Camille's recovering from her cleaning."

I gave them another dose of my empathic smile as they started asking me more questions, and after another twenty minutes of talking and reassuring them, I drew the meeting to a close, mainly because Precious walked in wanting Angela to take him out for another run so he could watch some more TV.

"You know, Precious will do just about anything to watch a half hour of TV," Jeff said as I put the files back in their drawer in the office.

"Yeah, too bad they're not all that easy," I said, closing filing cabinet with a flick of my wrist.  "Look, Jeff...  I meant what I said earlier.  I didn't go poking around your head.  I just could tell by the way you talked that you weren't entirely joking about Sable, and I simply assumed the rest, seeing that you're a red blooded guy and all."

"I just...  wanted to make sure you're not mad or anything."

"Nah.  Just concerned.  Sable is starting to trust you.  If you betray that now, she'll never trust you again.  She's overdue to be cleaned, but she hasn't developed an interest in anything solid that we can help her focus on to keep her sane after the cleaning.  Hopefully Camille will be it, but it will slow things down if she starts to doubt the people who are trying to help her.  So keep your mind out of the gutter where Sable is concerned, okay?"

"Yeah," he said with a surge of redness to cheeks.  "I'll try and get a girlfriend or something."

"That's cool.  Just as long as it doesn't..."

I clapped my hand over my mouth when I realized what I was saying, then it was my turn to blush as I explained, "I almost gave you my mom's dating and school speech.  It scares the living shit out of me when I talk like her."

I had Jeff write the meeting up in the log while I went and peeked in on Lisa and Brian, dieing of curiosity whether I had missed out on their promised coupling I had mentioned to Suzi two days earlier.  It was obvious I had.

Lisa Martec and Brian Geare were one of the first couples I had dream-walked into after I had made it an acceptable means of getting off.  My encounters with them were always very brief, mainly due to the fact that they were taking it slow.  They were a sort of side show for me, only staying with their kissing and fondling until some hotter action elsewhere popped up for me to enjoy.  But their passion had been increasing while living in the same building for the last month, and I had known it was only a matter of time before they became the big show.

I was extremely upset that I had missed their opening night performance, and had to take a long walk in the late July heat before feeling up to what I thought awaited me back at my apartment.

Of course that hadn't included finding Sarah, Joey's sister, waiting there.

Leanne, Suzi, and Joey were all sitting on my couch and Sarah in the easy chair with the TV on.  I had walked in on some friendly chit-chat between the four of them, but now that I had arrived, they all stood up, Joey turning off the TV.

"It's about time you showed up," Leanne complained.  "I was starting to wonder if you were chickening out on me."

"I had to take care of some business at the old admin building," I said, mainly for Sarah's benefit.

"Everything working out alright over there?" Sarah asked pleasantly enough.

"The staff is still a little unsure of me, but other than that everything is running pretty smooth," I assured her.  "But I take it you're not here about that..."

"No, I'm not.  But if you start having problems with taking care of the Ressies..."

"I won't," I said firmly, attempting to cut her off.

"... I might be able to increase your funds," she finished bluntly.

"Oh," I said, feeling the blood rushing to the tips of my ears.  "Um... I think I'm okay for now in that department, but thanks.  I'll keep it in mind if things start getting too complicated."

"Now, about this swap thing you're planning," she said, using her most official tone of voice.

"You can't possibly think this will be a danger to the Group," I exclaimed.

"No one here has tried anything like this before.  We can't afford to let down our defenses or draw any more attention to..."

"Fine!" I exploded.  "I'll just take Suzi and Leanne back home and do it there!"

"Tim!" Joey snapped.  "What's your fucking problem?!  She's here to help you, not to stop you!"

"Help?  How?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Let's step in your office a minute," Sarah growled, motioning towards my bedroom.

"What do you need to do that for?" Joey complained as I followed her in.

"So you don't get hit in case we start throwing punches!" Sarah snapped at him before closing and locking the door.

"Throwing punches?" I asked with an uncertain grin.

"Well, that's what he always says we'd do if we were locked up in the same room together alone," she said humorously.

"Heh," I chuckled honestly as I sat down on the foot of my bed.

Sarah slowly paced back and forth in front of the bed a few times without looking at me, her mind doing a sort of sanity check on what she was preparing to say and do.  I'd seen her do this quite a lot over the past few months, so I just waited quietly for her speak first.

On the third pass, she suddenly turned to me and said, "Tim."

"Sarah."

"We sort of got off on the wrong foot, didn't we?" she asked, her eyes sharply probing my features for signs of emotion.

"I guess so," I said with reservation.

"And a lot of it was my fault," she admitted with a sigh, leaning up against my dresser with her rear end.  "Ever since you and Joey infiltrated our defenses looking for me, I've distrusted you.  Part of me believed you altered all of our perceptions for your own purposes, making Joey and my parents care about you, and things like that.  Shit, at times I even tried working out how you could have been the one responsible for making me believe my parents and brother were dead, thinking you did it just so you could have them for yourself all that time.  It was so easy to blame all my problems on you.

"I hope you can understand how terrified I am of losing my family, especially to a telepath, and why it made me a bit crazy when Joey started pushing me to allow you to come here.  I couldn't help but believe you were making him feel that way so you could infiltrate us again, but this time you would take over the Group and destroy everything I had."

"So you gathered your troops and launched a surprise attack on me, hoping to break through my defenses and expose my plans," I concluded out loud.

"And after that didn't work, Perry bugged your apartment and he waited for you to say or do something to give yourself away.  But after two months, he told me you were nothing but what you appeared to be, and if I couldn't believe that, I should go see a shrink."

"What would have happened if..."

"He would have killed you," she said, cutting me off.  "That's what he was really here for.  I hired him to help protect me and my family from you.  You, and others who I thought you were like."

"Why are you telling me all this?"  I asked her, trying to keep my cool.  "You could have kept it to yourself and I would probably never have known."

Sarah looked down at her feet and hesitated a moment before saying, "My shrink said I needed to come clean with you before I could put it all behind me."

When she didn't offer to say anything further, I asked, "So what do you want from me?"

"Nothing," she said with honest surprise.  "Or at least... For what it's worth, I am sorry.  I can't blame you if you hold my... craziness against me, but for the Group's sake, I hope you'll still be apart of it.  We need you.  ....  I need you."

I honestly was a bit stunned by her sudden reversal of her attitude towards me.  I never expected Sarah to drop her defenses like that, and I knew how difficult it had been for her to say it.  

Before the awkward silence, which had fallen between us, could grow any further I said, "I appreciate the gesture, but you were doing just fine before I showed up, and you'll do just as well when I leave.  I don't want to feel responsible for the safety of the Group beyond what any one of us already is.  That's your job, and I respect that.  I think respect is all you're going to get from me.  So are we done here?"

"One last thing," she said firmly.  "The swap."

"Great.  What?" I sighed, expecting to hear a long list of conditions and safeguards.

"While you're...  Swapped, I think it would be best if you just ignore any attacks that may happen.  Unless we're overwhelmed, of course, but then we'd call you in specifically.  And it probably would be a good idea to work out some kind of plan with Leanne in case that happens."

"Thanks.  Not worrying about having to rush over to the center on a moment's notice would make things easier, and I'll let you guys know what Leanne and I work out for emergencies."

"Well then, I guess I'll get going," Sarah said, standing up straight, then hesitating a moment before moving towards the door.  "Let me know if you need anything."

No one said a word as I followed Sarah out into the living area.  We all just sort of stared at each other a moment before Sarah grabbed her purse and left offering a simple "good luck" without waiting for a reply.

"So...  What bombshell did she land on you this time?" Joey asked after I plopped down in my easy chair with a long sigh-like groan.  

"Nothing I shouldn't be used to by now," I evaded.  "The good news is, I won't have to worry about responding to any red alerts while we're doing this."

"I told you she was trying to help," Joey said.

"Yeah, you were right," I gave him, not wanting to go in to it right then.

"Timmy, are you sure you're up to doing this today?" Suzi cautiously asked.  "You look tired."

"I'll be alright," I assured them.  "Besides, I'm kind of looking at this like being a vacation, and I think I really could use a vacation right about now.  So I guess lets go over the ground rules first."

When Leanne didn't say anything, I said, "What's the matter, Leanne?  Are you starting to get cold feet?"

"No," Leanne said gently.  "I'm just...  being patient."

"I called her an impatient whore earlier," Suzi explained.  "So now she's trying to prove I'm wrong."

"Later tonight, we'll see who's really the impatient whore," Leanne said confidently.

"Ground rules," I announced just as Suzi was about to return fire.  "No drugs, no booze, and no pinkish-purple sex enhancing drinks..."

I waited for Suzi's and Leanne's loud moans to subside before explaining, "I'm going to link as deeply into our senses and motor functions as I can, but stuff that's carried to our brains by the blood I can't do anything about."

"Share link could," Joey pointed out.

"Yeah, but Leanne won't be in the share link."

"You sure know how to take a guy's fun away," Leanne sighed.

"No smoking," I continued.  "I don't think that will be a problem, but I thought I'd mention it anyway.  Oh, and then there's hormones."

"What about them?" Leanne asked.

"Well they have the same problem as the drinking.  When one of us gets aroused, the other one is going to feel some of its effects.  I don't want to put a limitation on what time of the day you can have sex, but it would be nice if you could keep it in my pants most of the day.  I mean, I understand if you have this erotic moment and take advantage of it, as long as it isn't every two hours every day."

"So much for our all day orgy," Suzi muttered to Leanne.

"No sex with anyone except Suzi.  You can flirt as much as you want, but no sexual contact with anyone but Suz."

"But what if Joey wants to join in?" Leanne asked.

"If Joey joins in," Joey inserted, "it will only be a joining with Suzi."

"Well put," I said.

"Okay, okay..." Leanne sighed.  "Anything else?"

"We need to make up some sort of plan in the case of an emergency.  I may have to break the links suddenly, and if I do, you might be on your own a while.  Probably the best thing to do would be to come here and stay here until you hear from one of us."

"Okay, anything else?" Leanne repeated.

"Um, just one other thing," I said slowly, unsure exactly how to exactly phrase it.

"What?" Suzi exclaimed before Leanne could.

"Um, I just wanted to make sure you're okay with, um, if I used a few...  Toys.  Just while you're having sex of course."

"You can do whatever you want.  I'm sure its nothing I haven't already tried," Leanne snorted.

"Okay.  I guess if you're ready..."

"Ready Freddy," Leanne chirped.

"Okay...  Here we go," I said, closing my eyes and focusing my mind on our two bodies.

Even though I had swapped bodies dozens of times before without taking but a few moments to perform the swap, I spent over twenty minutes optimizing the different neurological links in hopes of minimizing the strain this long-term swap may have.

"This is fucking incredible!" Leanne exclaimed with my voice as she stood up in my body.  "I feel a bit tipsy without my breasts, and GOD!" she exclaimed as she fondled my crotch.

"Stop that!" Suzi said flustered as she pulled Leanne's hands out of her shorts.  Err, my hands and shorts technically, but you know what I mean.  "We're going to the Rave and I don't want you getting all hot and sweaty until after we get there.  We got all night to play with your new plaything, remember?"

"How about just a blow job before we go?" Leanne begged as Suzi led them to the door.

"Now don't start that again," Suzi warned.  "And take your hand off my ass before I give you your first case of blue balls."

"Well, looks like Leanne's in good hands," I sighed as I moved my new body into my easy chair.

"Yeah, well don't get too comfortable," Joey said with a shit eating grin.  "Your dad called while you were a zombie.  He and your mom are at my house, and he's coming over by himself to talk to us.  He should be here in another twenty minutes or so."

"Shit," I said, flinching.  "I wonder what does he wants."

"Heh.  Before or after he finds his eldest son a woman?"

"Shut up," I said as I got up and started straightening the couch's cushions next to Joey.  "Why didn't you tell me before Suz and Leanne left?  I could have suspended the swap and..."

"And Suzi would have made us both miserable the rest of the night for having missed getting down to the Rave before it got too crowded to dance."

"I guess you're right," I sighed while noticing how badly the place needed a good cleaning.  "Hey, just don't sit there.  Grab the Hoover and go over the carpets.  I need to dust and get some of that shit off the counter."

"Shit.  You're a woman for less than five minutes, and you're already telling me what to do," Joey complained as he got up.

I let out an "Ack!" when he gave my ass a slap as he passed me on the way to the closet, but then I grinned evilly knowing how easily I could get my revenge if I chose to.

Twenty-five minutes later, Joey slipped into the bedroom out of sight just as my dad knocked on the door.

I took a deep breath, then opened the door and asked, "Hello...  Can I help you?"

My dad was started a moment, but then took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and checked it against the number on the door.  As he opened his mouth to say something, his eyes looked in mine a moment, then after a second, he stepped past me saying, "Very funny, Tim."

"Shit, dad.  How did you know?" I asked after I got over my own surprise and closed the door.

"I recognized that twinkle of mischief in your eyes.  Where's Joey?  He didn't leave, did he?"

"I'm right here," Joey announced coming out of the bedroom with a grin on his face.

"Good," my dad said while going into the bedroom himself.

"Um, dad?" I called after him when he didn't come back out right away.  "What's this all about?"

"It's about a number of things," he said while he slowly walked out, deep in thought.  "I need to talk to you about Richie and your mother, but first there's something else I need to discuss with both of you.  I just can't remember what."

"You can't remember?" Joey repeated.

"Dad, you never forget things," I said with some concern.

"I know.  That's what's..." he said, looking up and into my eyes, freezing as a strange empathic connection suddenly formed and moments later broke, startling us both.

"What?  What happened?" Joey asked as I leaned heavily against him and my dad shakily sat down on the couch.

"I don't know," I said.

"I do," my dad said after taking in a deep breath.  "Joey, look at me."

"Sorry, not until..." Joey began, gently probing Leanne's mind, then realized his error.

"Tim, do you remember last summer?" my dad patiently suggested.

Just like that, any of the fuzzy memories during my time spent in Venezuela the previous year became crystal clear, so I looked up at Joey and said, "It's okay, Joey.  I think he's going to unlock some of your memories from last summer."

"Are you sure?" Joey asked softly with concern in his eyes.

"Yeah.  I'm sure," I said with a smile.  "Although, you may want to sit down first."

After Joey sat down in my easy chair, he allowed his eyes to look in my dad's, then after a moment he gasped and closed his eyes.

"Shit," Joey said a few moments later, opening his eyes and blinking a few times.  "How did you do that?"

My dad formed a telepathic channel to both of us, and indicated we should do the same to each other, which after glancing at each other, Joey and I did.

"The twins have been doing some digging into my... other life, and they have learned some new tricks," my dad thought to us with a grin.  "Tim's own empathy released the twin's memory block in my mind, and then I used something else they had implanted in me to release both of your memories, but it's only temporary."

"Wait.  Why did you hide all this from yourself?" I asked him.

"Because I can't leave the knowledge that I'm Gladius's keeper, so to speak, unprotected like that.  Quite frankly, I don't have a choice, and neither do you.  You won't consciously remember most of what I'm about to tell you after I leave unless you need to, and then it will only be for that instant."

"Shit," Joey said in a hushed voice, then thought to me, "I wish the Group had that kind of security in protecting our secrets."

"Are we in some kind of danger?" I asked.

"Not any more danger than you're already aware of," my dad thought back.  "Tim, the twins have become extremely protective of me, and with you being my son and Joey being their guardian, they feel your presence here where you are constantly being attacked by other voices is too great of a risk to..."

"Now wait just one damn minute," Joey interrupted.  "I love the twins and all, but I'm not going give up everything I have here just to make them feel more secure."

"That's not what we have in mind, Joey," my dad thought to us patiently.  "The twins will come back with Tim next semester and help him expand his empathic abilities to where he can trigger anyone seeded with their control's into their mindless states."

"And exactly how would that help?" Joey asked.

"What, you don't know?  Tim, surely you figured it out while they were playing with Eric..."

"Uhhh... No," I replied.

"While someone is in their mindless emotional state, they're immune from voice."

"Shit," Joey and I both said out loud, then looked at each other as the same thoughts began running through our heads.

"You'll need to find two males who have not been seeded yet so you can help seed them and then learn how to trigger and control their mindless states.  Once you've mastered that, you and the twins can seed as many people as you see fit, but I'll need them back home by Thanksgiving."

"I'm not going to have to... uhm...  have sex with the guys, am I?" I cautiously asked.

"No, of course not," he said out loud.  Then he thought to us, "Males cannot seed males, just like females can not seed females."

"Then how do we seed women without a pair of male twins?"

"With the twins help, you should be able to do it yourself, Timothy.  But we're not entirely certain you can without Eric, and that might be disastrous for Eric if he entered into that kind of empathic meld.

"Now, I also came here to assess the living arrangements.  This apartment is far too small for our purposes.  You will need something large enough for you, the twins, and the two males you seed to live in, and if possible Joey and Suzi as well as they should both be reseeded with the twin's enhanced controls to better protect them.  You'll need to spend a lot of time with all of them until you are able to trigger their controls, so it would be best if they all shared the same apartment or house with you.  Plus you can have them pay rent which is always a good business practice, even between friends."

"What do you think, Joey?" I asked him.

"About what?  The living arrangements?  Or the whole thing?"

"Either. Or both."

"Well, my mom would have a fit if I moved in with you, but I don't think it would be hard to spend more time at night with you and Suzi now that my, er..  special project is done."

"Special project?" I asked privately.

"I'll tell you later," he sent back.

"Joey," my dad hesitantly thought to us. "You'll need to seriously consider letting Tim and the twins seed your parents and the rest of your immediate family."

"Shit.  Yeah, well, I'll have to think about that one."

"Well, you probably won't remember to do it after Dad leaves," I pointed out.  "So don't take too long."

"I don't have to decide right now, do I?"

"No," my dad confirmed.  "And you won't forget it entirely until you do make up your mind.  Now, I need to talk to Tim about some other things.  Joey, would you mind taking a walk or something to think about it?  I won't leave until you get back just in case you have any questions."

When Joey glanced at me, I gave him a shrug, so he got up and said, "Well, I guess I'll see you in, say, twenty minutes?"

"That should be plenty of time," my dad said out loud.

After Joey left, my dad stared at my face a few moments, then said, "Isn't this the girl you helped a few years ago?  The one that needed bigger breasts?"

"Yep," I said, standing up and doing a slow 360.

"Very nice.  Now let's see the rest of her."

"Dad!"

"If I remember correctly, those breasts of hers cost me a quarter of a million dollars.  I think I'm entitled to see the end results."

"But dad...  I mean...  Well you're not going to fuck them."

"I'm certainly not going to with you in there," he snapped back.

He sighed when he saw how I flinched at his comment, then said, "Timothy, I need to warn you about Richie."

"Richie?" I said with more than just a little concern.

My dad sighed again, then said, "I gave him a copy of the tape of his first fuck, and he...   He somehow found a copy of "Tim's First".  His tape was called "Richie's First", and you know how smart he is about names and words..."

"What are you getting at, dad?"

"Timothy, Richie loves you very much, and quite frankly he worships the ground you walk on.  He wants to be just like you, and now that he saw you and Joey....  Well, he hasn't actually done anything yet.  He seems confused about it, but he won't talk to us.  I just didn't want you to be surprised if he suddenly asks you about it, that's all."

"I see...  Damn.  What do you think I should tell him?  I know he will ask about it."

"I don't know, but whatever you do, don't lie about it.  He'll know it instantly.  Your mother said you were the same way until you started going to school.  She always thought it was because of your voice, but apparently not."

"Hey, maybe that means Richie will be an empath too."

"Timothy," my dad said very sternly.  "I don't want Richie growing up thinking its okay for him to fuck boys in the ass.  It just isn't normal."

"It isn't normal for him to want to fuck his mom, or at his age, a woman for that matter," I said just as sternly.

"Look, I already got that speech from Sam.  If it helps any, I'm sorry I gave him the tape.  But I'm not sorry that I try to give him the things I had when I was his age.  And Sam and I are both trying to raise him the same way we were raised, so don't try and blame it all on me."

"Oh, like mom ever had sex with her father," I said with contempt.

"No, not with her father."

My eyes opened wide when that sank in, then I yelled "You're sick, you know that?"

"Tim...  I didn't come here to argue over our differences of view in raising a child...  Fuck.  What I really came here for was to apologize."

"Apologize?!?" I said, sensing the deep guilty feelings behind his words.  

I took a hold of my anger and brought it under control as his troubled feelings grew even stronger, then I said in a calm voice, "About what?"

"On Richie's birthday, I wasn't thinking straight with all that drink in me, and..."

"It's okay dad," I said, touched by how guilty he was feeling, thinking it was about his queer remark.  "I know you didn't mean it."

"So...  You.. you knew?" he said, his voice going a bit hoarse.

"Uh...  Now I'm not sure.  You're not talking about calling me a queer?"

"A queer?!?  You're not queer!  You're....  I don't know, but you're not queer!"

"Yeah, I know that!  But you called me a queer when I...  You know.  And then you stormed out."

"Fuck.  I don't remember calling you a queer.  I didn't really mean it," he said with frustration.

"Oh wait," I exclaimed as it dawned on me.  "It's okay dad.  I know you fucked Suz.  Suzi told me almost right away.  She wanted to do it, and she's a big girl.  It's no big deal."

"Fuck, that's a relief," he said truthfully.  "That's been eating away at me ever since it happened."

I couldn't help myself.  I gave my old man a hug, and after his surprise faded, he hugged me in return.

Curious to see what difference my being in a woman's body would have, after the hug ended, I altered my position slightly where my arms were around his neck and I was sitting across his lap with my head leaning against his right shoulder.  I waited for him to say something as he seemed uncertain about how he felt about this, and actually found myself kind of comfy and said so.

He sighed, put his right arm around my waist to help hold me and said, "If you weren't my son just as much as Richie is..."

"Heh..  You'd be fucking me by now."

"Damn tootin'.  But then again, your mother would kill me."

"What?  Why?"

"Because this," he said indicating my crotch, "can do things no other cunt can do besides your mother's.  You don't really think I married her just for her brains, did you?"

If I hadn't known he was joking about that last part, I would have gotten out of his lap right then and there.

"Which brings me to the last reason I came," he said, gently squeezing me.  "You need to come home after our trip and talk things out with your mother."

I tensed up when he said that, but I found his gentle caresses on my lower back strangely relaxing, and ended up just sighing, "Okay..."

And that's how Joey found us when he got back from his walk.  Both of Joey's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but I couldn't get even a single one to rise up when I then promptly stood up and stripped for my dad.

My dad left to go back to the Conner's after we talked a little more about who we'd want to seed for their own protection, not to mention ours.  Joey was still not sure if he wanted his parents or sister to be done despite the assurances my dad made that Kain's twins wouldn't be able to trigger them without seeding them themselves.

As our memories started to get fuzzy about what we had been talking about, Joey and I eventually drifted over to the computer and started hacking at our code.

After a couple of hours, I was trying to ignore the constant swooshing and swirling of the symbolic clusters around my real head as Leanne was dancing with Suzi at the Rave.  To distract myself, I got up to grab us a couple of sodas from the fridge, but ended up losing my balance when the room suddenly spun around me and I fell face down to the floor.

"What happened?" Joey asked urgently as I rolled onto my side.

"I can't shut out my symbolic vision..." I tried to explain.  "There's so many people around them, and when she moves my body, it's like everything else moves but me.  It just took me off guard a bit.  I'll be okay."

Joey helped me up using both hands, but didn't let me go once I was on my feet.

"Don't want you to fall again," he stated when I gave him a questioning look.

"What's the matter, Joey?" I said, running my right hand up his chest before punching him in the gut with the left and saying, "Don't think I'm getting delicate, do you?"

"Fuck you!" he said with irritation as he let me go.  "If that's the thanks I get, I'll just go."

"Oh, come on, Joey!" I pleaded after him.  "That couldn't have possibly hurt!"

"That's not the point," he said, pausing at the door.  "I finally have time at night, every night, to spend with Suzi, and what happens?  She becomes unavailable.  Well, I thought, that's okay.  That just mean's you'll be free and we can get this database thing finally working.  But of course with you being a woman now, that's probably the last thing on your mind, but I thought I'd hang around anyways just to pass the time.  But not if you're going to...  Flirt."

"Flirt?!?" I exclaimed.  "I wasn't flirting.  I was just playing around."

He looked me in the eyes and sternly asked, "Are you sure?"

"Shit!!" I gasped as the world suddenly twirled around me again.  "Damn it, this is the last time they go dancing at the Rave."

As I breathed in a breath full of his cologne, I suddenly realized I was leaning against Joey, and his left arm was wrapped around me to keep me vertical.  I shifted my weight back to where it belonged, but instead of moving away from him, I put my head over his shoulder and gave him a gentle hug while saying, "I'm sorry.  Stay, please?"

He hesitated a moment before putting his arms around me, saying, "Shit, Tim.  Maybe I shouldn't stay.  I mean...  This isn't something I was expecting us to do."

"What?  Can't I hug my best friend?" I said, relaxing even more as Joey took me into a tighter hold.

"Best friend," he snorted.  "Suzi's your _best_ friend.  I'm just your buddy."

"Since when?" I said, straightening up and looking him in the face.

"Since...  I don't know.  Christmas probably.  You spend more time together than with anyone else, and you two talk about practically everything.  I'd call that being best friends.  Unless you want to claim being her boyfriend."

"I'm not her boyfriend.  You are," I sputtered, alarmed that he could see it that way and wiggled to try and back away from him.  "If you think I'm spending too much time with her..."

"Stop.  Look at me," he said gently while holding me firmly.

Once I did as he asked, he said, "I feel a lot less guilty about not being with her when I know she's with you.  And I'm not afraid you'll take her away from me.  The three of us have never had that kind of relationship.  You couldn't take her away from me any more than I could take her away from you."

"But what about... Us." I asked, then blushed from how lame it sounded.

Joey made a toothy grin and then said, "I don't know, Timmy.  This being a woman thing, kind of puts a new spin on things.  Who knows...  You might just steal me away from Suz."

"Not likely," I said as I struggled a moment to break away from his hold.  

When he did release me, I had to grab right back onto him to keep my balance, then I was disorientated a moment as I instinctively tried to get my bearings through my symbolic sight and everything seemed to suddenly twist around me.

I was breathing harder than normal by the time I got my balance back, and finding myself wrapped around Joey again didn't exactly calm me down.

As I struggled to break free again, Joey tightened his grip and said, "Timmy, don't you trust me?"

"Trust you?" I asked, giving up a moment and relaxing.  "It's not you I'm worried about.  It's me I'm not sure I trust."

"Nothing is going to happen, Timmy," he said gently.  "I won't let it.  Trust me."

"I do," I sighed, letting myself relax as he guided us over to the couch to sit down.  "But you keep calling me Timmy."

He shrugged with a grin and said, "Well, it just fits better than Tim right now.  You want me to stop?"

"You can call me that if you want.  You just haven't called me Timmy this much since Junior High."

"Well you never stopped calling me Joey," he pointed out.

We just sat there a moment looking at each other as our grins began to fade, but seconds later I lost my focus and suddenly couldn't keep my symbolic vision at bay.  I mistakenly followed my instincts and closed my eyes as I tried to shut the symbols out again, and for a moment I heard the loud music playing at the Rave in my ears.

"Maybe you should just tell them to come back," Joey suggested after I snapped my eyes back open and tried to force my focus there where it belonged.

"Maybe you're right," I sighed.  "I've never had this much trouble with it before, but then I guess I've always stayed pretty much in the same room as the person I was doing the swap with."

"Plus it's been over four hours," Joey pointed out.

"So?"

"You've never done it that long before."

"Sure I have.  Lots of times."

"When?"

"When I was down at Southeastern State.  On the weekends, I'd swap bodies with the girls I was living with and spend all night having lesbian sex.  And even before that I had almost gone all night doing a three way swap with Tammy, Holy, and myself.  In my sleep even."

"Now that you said it, I think I remember you saying something about the three way one, but you never told about the lesbian one."

"Well, we weren't exactly on the best of terms when I got back," I reminded him.  "I don't know what I would have done if Eric hadn't been..."

"I could never keep the links formed long enough to enjoy it," Joey interrupted.  "I can't just form them and forget them like you can.  I've done lots of two ways though.  They're easier, for some reason."

"Swaps aren't that hard," I assured him.  "It's just a matter of training yourself to do it.  Sort of like when you get stitches and you have to learn not to get them wet in the shower.  After a week, you just do it automatically without thinking of it.  Or like how we keep the share link up all the time.  You just have to want it bad enough."

"I guess my problem was I never ran into a group of lesbians that I wanted to swap bodies with," he said with a sigh.  "There definitely were days I wanted it bad though."

"Lesbian sex is cool," I said brightly.  "I mean, without a dick around, you have to be a little more creative and more attentive.  But it was always a blast."

"Was it almost as good as the sex you had with Eric?" Joey asked a bit uncomfortably.

"Doesn't even come close to it," I said carefully, sensing there was more emotion to it than what he wanted to show.

"He was that good?"

"The only thing that can compare is what you, me, and Suz had."

"What about...  When we were at Northwest?"

"That was different," I said, taking my turn at feeling a little uncomfortable.  "We shouldn't have gone until after you had recovered more.  Things would have probably turned out differently if we had just waited."

After a lengthy silence, Joey asked softly, "So you wish it hadn't happened?"

I hesitated a few moments, then said, "You mean the dirty sex..."

"Yeah," he confirmed, avoiding looking into my eyes.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you worried about it?"

"I'm not worried about it.  I just want to know how you feel about it."

"Look me in the eyes and say that," I dared him.

At first I thought he was going to change the subject, but then he looked me in the eyes and said, "I've done a lot of thinking over the past year about everything that happened to me back then.  When Steven started having that kind of sex with me, there was this euphoric sense of corruption about it that was like a drug of its own.  Besides Steven, you're the only person I've experienced that kind of high with.  I tried it later with countless girls, but it didn't mean anything because I was forcing it on them.

"I love Suzi, and if I spent the rest of my life only having sex with one person, there's no question it would be her.  But in some ways, that dirty homosexual sex we had back then was the best sex I've ever had.  I guess I was just looking to hear you say something similar."

"Thank God they're finally leaving," I announced as the "noise" of the symbols around my real head started to diminish.

"Sorry," I added when I saw my announcement had startled Joey.  "It's just a relief they..."

"Its okay," Joey said with a sparkle in his eye.  "Now maybe we can get back to work on that database?"

"Yeah, that'll be swell," I said with relief.

"Swell?"  Joey snickered as we both got up to go over to the computer in the corner of the room.

"Fucking A!  Is that better?"

"Huh.  Maybe it would be better to lay off the cuss words."

"Why?" I asked him as I sat down in front of my almost brand new Macintosh with its ten inch black and white screen.

"Because..." he said, resting his chin on my right shoulder and wrapping his arms around my midways.  "Coming out of that mouth, connected to that body...  It kind of turns me on."

He further emphasized his point by nibbling my earlobe, which in turn produced a pleasurable tingle down below.

"Joey, if they come back and have sex," I said unsteadily.

"You want me to stay and distract you?"

"Um, yeah" I lied, realizing he had only been joking around again.

Fifteen minutes later, I realized Joey had been right about his ability to distract me with the work we were doing on the computer.  I was so involved in working out the exact logic for a few common symbolic terms that I jumped when Suzi and Leanne walked in my door.

"Did you have fun?" Joey asked Suzi rhetorically as he stood up and walked over to give her a peck on top of the head.

"We had a blast!" Leanne answered for both of them.  "I even flirted with these two girls who knew you."

"Yeah?  Who?" I asked.

"Your two dirty dancing sluts," Suzi said plainly.

"Oh.  Well that narrows it down," I said sarcastically.

"One had this cute dimple on her left cheek," Leanne recalled.

"Amanda," I confirmed.  "And the other one probably wore five ear rings in one ear, and only one in the other?"

"I didn't notice," Leanne said.  "She had nice tits though."

"Spoken like a true male," Suzi snickered.

"What, I call breasts tits all the time."

"That's not what I meant," Suzi said, shaking her head and then saying to Joey and I, "I'm just glad to see you two aren't acting any different.  I half expected to find you two in each others arms."

"Echm, funny that you mention that," I started, then caught Joey's wide eyed glare and quickly made up, "I was just saying to Joey I didn't feel any different."

"Yeah, same old Timmy and Joey," Joey said.

"Ya-know," Leanne purred with my voice as she stared at her real body with growing lust. "I don't suppose I could talk you into letting me start out by bonking my own body..."

"Over your dead body," I said firmly.

"Which body would that be?" Joey joked.  "Her current one, or her original one?"

"Take your pick," I said daringly.

"Well, why the hell not?" Leanne asked roughly.  "It's my body."

"Because that wasn't what we agreed on."

"So?" she insisted.  "You said you've swapped with more than one person at a time before.  Why couldn't you just swap with Suzi and.."

"Oh, so my body's not good enough for you?" Suzi pounced, sincerely insulted.

"I didn't mean it like that," Leanne said apologetically.  "I just thought you might like to try my body out."

"Sounded more like you were the one who wanted to try it out," Suzi snarled.

"Oh..." Leanne whined, taking Suzi's hand. "Don't be like this.  I really was thinking of you.  Would I lie to my cum sister?"

"Cum sister?" I repeated as Joey's right eyebrow shot up.

"If you really mean that," Suzi said while completely ignoring Joey's and my smirks, "Then you won't ask to have sex with any body other than this body again."

"If that's what you want," Leanne said assuringly.  "Then I will do my very best to pleasure your hot sexy flesh and pound you with my meat, using every ounce of my manly strength and then some."

"Hmph..  Truth is in action, not words," Suzi said coldly.

"In that case," Leanne said, picking her up, and turning to leave.

"Only if it's okay with Timmy," Suzi said over Leanne's/my shoulder, hiding her cat like grin from Leanne's eyes.

"Um, well, I guess if she needs to prove herself to you..."

"He does," Leanne barked.

"Then...  Okay."

"See? I told you," Suzi said to Leanne, hopping down from Leanne arms.  "Men can be reasonable.  You just have to show it to them in a way they can understand."

"That was too easy," Leanne said unconvinced.  "Now, convincing him to let you swap bodies with mine, that would..  YAA YAA  YAAAA!"

"Don't press your luck," Suzi growled, keeping her fingers clamped around my family jewels and leading her out by them.

"Hey!  Go easy on the equipment!" I exclaimed after them.  "It's only a rental!"

"Maybe you should have put an extra charge clause in the contract for rough handling," Joey smirked.

"Maybe I should have had a contract," I moaned.

Joey sat back down next to me at the computer as I turned around to face it, but we just sat there a few moments without doing anything before Joey glanced at me, and asked, "So, do you feel different?"

"Only if I think about it," I said bluntly.  "It's not easy to ignore the softer skin, the weight of my chest, and the empty void where my cock should be.  You've swapped with Suzi and a few others.  You know what its like."

"Yeah, but when I swapped, it was to try all those things out in sex, not to go about everyday life with them.  I was just a horny guy living out one of those horny fantasies.  But in all honesty, I wouldn't want to do what you're doing.  Women are higher maintenance."

"Higher maintenance," I snickered.  "You sound like you're talking about cars."

"Yeah, well, they have a lot in common," he said, putting his hands on the keyboard.  "You want to work on the left angular branches or the curved?"

"Curved," I simply said, accepting it was time to change the subject again.

I was used to hearing the clinking sound of Suzi's bed during her sex, but I was chagrinned by the fact that Joey hadn't.  It wasn't until that distraction wore off that I started having problems with keeping my attention focused where it belonged.

"You're sweating," Joey said after noticing my attention wasn't on the computer any more.

"I'm about to fucking orgasm," I said huskily.  "But Suz isn't even close.  You'd think Leanne would know that."

"Which kind of orgasm?" Joey asked slowly.  "Male, or female."

"Don't make me think about it," I groaned while my left hand went between my thighs to squeeze some of the juices out of my cunt.

"What do want me to do?"

"What, besides ripping off my clothes and ravaging me?" I laughed nervously.  "Shit, this wasn't supposed to be this hard."

"What's hard?"

"My cock, my nipples, you name it."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Fuck it, Joey.  I'm fucking having sex with Suzi, but yet I'm not.  It's like I'm partly there.  Like a dream I'm stuck in where I can't wake up all the way.  That's it!  It's like I'm dream-walking, only in reverse."

When I suddenly stood up and sprang over my chair, Joey nearly fell off his chair from surprise.

"Where are you going?"

"To fuck myself with a vibrator!"

"Oh."

"Oh fuck!"

"What now?"

"I forgot the fucking batteries."

"Don't you have something else?"

"It was just for ...  Oh my GOD!"

"What!" Joey exclaimed, then moments later poked his head into the bedroom.

"Here, catch!" I exclaimed with excitement, slowly loading the sleek silver vibrator back into my slick cunt.

With a grunt, I launched the silver projectile straight at him, nearly hitting him in the gut if his hands hadn't blocked it.

"Come on, come on," I said impatiently as Joey fumbled with the slickened object.

"Shit.  You could really hurt someone with that," he said, finally picking it up and holding it out to me.

"Load me," I said playfully.

Joey hesitated, then said, "Alright.  But just this once."

"Come on, PUSH," I urged him, tickled beyond any further words as he struggled to find the gap with the pointy end.  Of course, I doubt anything larger than a pencil would have fit while I was purposely compressing it to its smallest diameter.

"Very funny.  I'm going back to the computer."

"Wait!"

"What?"

I wiggled the tip in myself, then with well practiced vaginal muscle motions, I smoothly sucked the vibrating silver pleasure probe into my juicy hole without any further use of my hands.

"See how easy it goes in?"

"You fucker," he said, "Keep that up, and you'll be doing that to the real thing."

In the state I was in, that sounded quite wonderful.

After bringing myself to an orgasm fairly quickly, I sighed and gave up on ignoring the symbolic sight and just closed my eyes and watched my body fuck Suzi's front door.

Leanne had already cum once at that point, and I was glad to see she was now focusing herself on pleasuring Suzi rather than getting herself off again.  And pleasure Suzi she did.  Leanne yet again proved that when she put her mind to something, she performed better than anyone could expect.

Three wonderful orgasms later, I opened my eyes to focus myself away from Leanne cuddling lovingly with Suzi.  Feeling the clear-headed bliss of having purged myself of my sexual needs, I didn't even think about cleaning the vibrator off with my mouth when I pulled it from my cunt and got up to shower.

But then I noticed how frustrated Joey was, finding him having a slight case of blue balls from listening earlier to the moans and groans coming from both above and from my bedroom.  I hesitantly walked over to him, my nose recognizing the odor of a cock in the air, and from the sweat on his neck and face I realized he had been jerking off but had stopped before having climaxed.

"Hey," I said while wrapping my arms around his neck lovingly and gently hugging him from behind.  "Why don't we jump in the shower and I'll give you a hand job?"

"Tim, I really don't think that's a good idea," he said while tensing up.

"I trusted you, now you trust me," I said firmly.  "I'm not the least bit horny any more, but I know you are.  Come on.  It's been a long time since I've jerked off my best buddy, and from the looks of things, you could really use it right now."

Joey sighed, then said, "Yeah, but if we do this tonight, then we'll want to do something else tomorrow night, but the difference being we'll both be horny.  Tim, I don't want to risk it."

"You know what?" I sighed as his loyalty made my heart swell.  "I love you.  I almost wish I really _was_ a woman just so we could be lovers all the time.  You're right, of course.  If we do something tonight, we'll probably do something tomorrow.  But Joey?"

When he finally looked at me, I said while looking in his eyes, "I trust us.  Whatever we end up doing, it won't be because we lost control.  And no matter what happens, I won't regret it.  Just like I don't regret any of the sex we've had in the past.  Okay?"

After the full meaning of that sunk in, Joey blinked his tears out of his eyes and softly said, "Yeah.  And I love you too."

We kissed gently, and despite myself I couldn't help feel a tingle between my legs.  

So when we broke our lips apart, I blushed and said, "Well, I guess we are feeling a little different, huh?"

"You maybe, but I'm not," he said with bright eyes.

I smiled at him, then I took his hand, tugged it to get him to stand up, then led the way to the shower.

I got the shower going as he stripped, then we got in together and each took a turn getting wet under the shower head before I turned my attention to Joey's hard cock.

"Fuck, Timmy," he said, stroking it a few times.  "You better get started or I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off of you."

"Alright," I said, resisting letting the tingles I was feeling between my legs cloud my mind.  "I guess I'll stand behind you and do it."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Joey said, tearing his eyes away from my breasts.  "And you don't have a dick to tease me with."

As I leaned up against his backside and reached around to take a hold of his staff, Joey suddenly shivered, then cussed, "Fuck.  But your tits are going to drive me nuts."

My nipples hardened the moment I realized they were pressed against his muscular back, and between that and the tingles exploding in my cunt, I knew this wasn't going to work without making me as horny as he was.

"Close your eyes," I said as I stepped away from him.

"What are you going to do?" he asked as I guided him to back up against the wall.

I got down on my knees and simply said, "Blow you hard and fast."

"Timmy," he said nervously.

"Shut up.  When I'm done, we wash, then we go back to the computer with clear heads."

"But..."

I cut him off by plunging his cock into my mouth, then after a moment getting used to his size, I swallowed him whole.

Five more swallows and a little humming, he blew, then just as I said, we washed, then went back out and worked at the computer for a couple more hours without any further distractions.

The next morning, I awoke startled to find Suzi stirring on top of me as my morning hardon pressed up longingly against her pussy lips.  After a few moments of confusion, I recognized the fact that we were in Suzi's bed and came to the conclusion that the links had broke.  So I immediately started reforming them, but only got halfway before I felt a twitch of pain inside my head.

"Fuck," I said, canceling the links.

"MMmmm yes..." Suzi sighed as she raised her hips to mount my eager cock.

"Down boy," I gasped as my cock's head slipped between her damp pussy lips.

Suzi gave a grunt of displeasure, then with a frown on her face she opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"Hi," I said apologetically.

"Timmy?" she half groaned, half asked.

"Yeah.  Sorry.  Links broke, then head hurt," I simply said as my little buddy reversed its deflation from his head still being between her pussy lips.

"Does this mean we can't..."

"Um, Suz?" I shivered, finding my cock sliding up inside her all by itself.

Suzi wickedly pushed her crotch down even more to get me fully inside her, then with a few squeezes of the vaginal muscles she asked, "What's the matter, Timmy?  You don't like girls anymore now that you've been one?"

"Oh fuck, Suz," I gasped in pleasure as she began humping me slowly.

"I know you were here with us last night," she said with a teasing tone.  "So don't tell me how wrong this is when I know you were fucking me as much as Leanne was."

"Down boy," I grunted with effort.  "And stay down."

Suzi gave out a dissatisfied huff, then said, "Happy?"

"No." I said, rolling us over, then rolling myself off her and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

"Timmy..." Suzi called, a touch of an apology in her tone. "I know you gave Joey a blow job last night.  You're not being fair."

"Fair?" I cried, suddenly feeling emotional.  "Oh fuck it.  I don't care."

I stood up and started walking towards the door to take a shower, but suddenly found myself dizzy and paused to lean up against the door frame.

"Timmy, what's wrong?"

"Dizzy.  And my head feels a little tender.  I think between me and Leanne, we overdid it last night."

There was a sudden screech from below us, and as we heard Joey exclaim, "What?!" I announced, "Well, Leanne and Joey are awake."

"Go downstairs, take a shower, and get dressed," Suzi said gently as she gave me a hug.  "Then come back up and eat.  I'll keep Leanne under control until you work out what you want to do."

"Okay," I sighed, hugging her back.  "But if this happens again, don't.."

"I know.  I'm sorry.  I won't.  It's just hard not to feel we didn't have sex last night."

"I know exactly what you mean," I said, kissing her forehead as we let each other go.

"... your cock against my ass!" Leanne spat as I entered my apartment and she stormed out of my bedroom wearing a t-shirt and a pair of my shorts.

"What the hell happened?" Leanne asked, her tone losing her anger.  "I thought you said you've gone through the night before?"

"Tim, you alright?" Joey asked, stepping out of the bedroom as he fastened his shorts.

"It's a little tender up in here," I said, tapping my skull.  "But I think I'll be okay after I eat and get some sugar in me."

"If you ask me, you've had a little too much sugar in the past," Leanne said with a touch of humor while patting my admittedly not as flat as I liked tummy.

"Without sugar, you can kiss this," I said grabbing my crotch, "goodbye."

"Oh," she said.  "Well then, I guess I'll just go back upstairs and get you something sweet for breakfast."

"Yeah, that would be a good idea," I said seriously.

I went into my bathroom and started the shower, then turned around and nearly bumped into Joey.

"You want me to go help her?" he asked while his eyes told me he'd rather not.

"I guess not.  It's the least she could do, considering," I said, looking down to keep myself from getting pulled into the tender look in his eyes.

"Tim...  I know this probably isn't the right time, but..."

"But," I prompted him, as I turned around to check to see if the shower was warm enough to get in.

As I stepped in the shower, I heard Joey unsnap his shorts, and I bit down on my lip as I heard them fall to the floor.

"Hey," he said when I moved away as he stepped in as well.  "I though we trusted each other."

"We do," I admitted.  "I'm just not into starting anything right now."

"Oh."

I took the soap and started lathering up my cloth, then caught a glance of Joey's semi hardon and found my own hardon perking its head up.

"I thought I told you to stay down," I scolded it softly, only partially wishing I hadn't canceled that command after getting out of Suzi's bed.

"Tim..."

I looked at Joey, ignoring how his full hardon was only making mine quicken its pace to match his, and said, "Yeah?"

He cleared his throat and said, "After everything I've been through... the brainwashing, the wipe, the hate, the slave girls, all of that...  the one thing I never lost was wanting to suck you off.  Even when I was Joseph and was raping you and Suzi, I still had this desire to suck your cock.  It's weird.  I know you took those commands out of my head a long time ago, and shit, Tim.  You would have thought the wipe would have gotten rid of the effects.

"Anyway, I guess I'm standing here, in the shower, with you, wanting to know if you'd let me return the favor from last night."

"What did Suzi say when you asked her?" I asked cautiously.

"I haven't asked her," he said, somewhat amazed at himself.

"Are you going to?"

"Apparently I don't need too since you obviously don't want me to," he said stiffly.

"Joey, you know where this might lead..."

"That's not what you said last night.  Look Tim.  I can't handle this.  If you swap with Leanne again, I'm going home, and I'm not going hang around with you until you're finished playing Timmy-ete.  You can't expect me and Suz to have two sets of feelings for you, one for when you're in your own body, and one when you're in somebody else's."

Joey got out of the shower at that point, and as he dried himself off, I just stood there not moving as my feelings and desires battled to come to some kind of compromise.

After Joey went upstairs, I slowly finished my shower, finding myself split three ways.
   I wanted to swap with Leanne again,
   I wanted to keep working on the database with Joey,
   I wanted to keep things nonsexual between me and Joey and Suzi.

And I wanted very badly to show Joey how much his loyalty and love meant to me, and that I trusted him more than ever.  Okay, so that's four things, nearly five, but whenever I added that on to my list, it ganged up with first two and beat the shit out of the third, but the third I really didn't want to ever touch, let alone smack with my emotional fists.

By the time I joined the others in Suzi's apartment, I was completely at edge with myself for wanting to tell Joey to suck me off at the table, and so naturally I wasn't prepared at all for the first question I was asked when I sat down.

"Have you figured out how to restore the swap without it hurting you?" Suzi asked.

"No."

"No?" Leanne said from the kitchen, her voice extremely disappointed.  "Nothing at all?"

"I really haven't given it any thought," I admitted, finding the smell of the pancakes and sausage in front of me suddenly very appealing.  "Where's the syrup?"

"Here," Leanne said, sprinkling powered sugar over my stack of pancakes, then setting the bottle of syrup down in front of me.

I started scarfing it down, finding myself very hungry despite the discomfort of the decision I needed to make.

After nearly emptying my plate without taking a single sip of my milk, I took a big gulp then nearly choked on it when it was sickly sweet.

"You put sugar in my milk?" I gasped.

"Honey, actually," Leanne said.  "Come on, come on...  You need your sugar, remember?"

"No thanks," I said, finding myself suddenly feeling full, but still rather thirsty, and got up to get some unsweetened milk.

"We have classes today, Timmy," Suzi reminded me when she noticed me standing in the kitchen, holding my half empty glass near my mouth but lost deep in thought.

"Hmmm?  Oh yeah.." I acknowledged.

"Okay, what's going on?" Suzi asked after a few minutes.  "Joey, what did you do?"

"What makes you think I did anything?" Joey said crankily.

"Because Timmy is occupied with something other than the swap, and you're not trying to drag it out of him."

"I gave him a blow job last night, and now he wants to do the same for me," I explained, without emotion.  "When I didn't want him to...  Joey, I'm sorry.  You're right.  I'm trying to play by different rules when I'm not in my own body.  I'll let you blow me if I can blow you too."

"Hmph.  Hmph.  HMPH," Suzi huffed in objection.  "Oh that's just great.  You two can do that, but I'm not allowed?"

I groaned, then said, "Alright, fine.  Just...  Just forget the whole thing!" I said, moving towards the door.

"Oh no you don't," Leanne said, stepping in my way and blocking my path.  "Don't you think it's just as hard on them as it is on you?  You're being selfish and..."

I walked around the frozen statue, expecting Suzi or Joey to try and stop me, or call me back, or something.  But when they hadn't said a word by the time I reached the door, I paused and looked back at them.

I looked down after feeling how accurate Leanne had been, then sighed and said, "I told you...  I told you this would happen.  I've gotten too close, and now I'm trying to step back, but I can't without hurting both of you."

"So what are you going to do?" Joey asked with an edge to his voice.  "Pull a Jennifer and run away?  Put Suzi and I through the same damn hell you went through?  What you're going through?  What we already went through last fall?

"Because if you do," he choked, then didn't finish.

"Then what do I do?" I asked them, turning around and looking back and forth between their emotional eyes.  "Tell me what do I do that doesn't make me hate myself for the rest of my life?"

"Timmy, you're not being fair again!" Suzi said emotionally as she stomped her foot.  "You say want to stay celebrate, but then you let your mind wander at night and experience sex in your dreams that's as real to you as if you were doing it yourself.  You draw this line that we can't cross, but you can cross it whenever you...  What?!?"

"A line," I said shakily.  "You're right!  I drew a line!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Joey exclaimed.

"Remember a couple of years ago I said I was a new me and then we went and played fairy god fucker to that overweight chick?  It was after Penny lured us into a trap by grabbing Suzi and using her as bait, but before Steven grabbed us and brainwashed you two.  Well, I swore I wouldn't draw any more lines in the dirt, and if I did, I'd cross them the moment I saw they were there."

"Timmy...  What I said.  It was only figure of speech," Suzi pointed out.

"Maybe, but...  But you're still right about it.  Damn it.  Why didn't I see this before?  Every time I do draw a line, or decide I can never do something, I just end up making myself miserable while the pressure builds up and I eventually do it anyway.  Most of the time, whatever it is just goes away and I don't do it again because it really isn't something I want to do.

"Shit, Suzi.  You did it again," I said, stepping up to her and kissing her with all of my might.

"Hey!" Joey complained. "Don't I get some of the credit here too?"

I broke the kiss with a grin on my face, then as Suzi and I panted in each others face, I slipped my hands down and slid my shorts off saying, "Would this do?"

"Fuck," Joey groaned while rolling his eyes. But then he looked my hardening cock with a look of interest as he said, "What about Leanne?"

"Oh yeah," I said as I remote controlled her body over to the couch and laid it down.  "There."

"That's not what I meant," Joey said, looking at Suzi questioningly.

"Oh, alright," Suzi sighed.  "But go downstairs and do it.  I don't want to watch."

"You know Joey?" I said as he got on his knees in front of me in my living room.  "I never thought I'd see the day that Suzi wouldn't want to watch."

"Heh.  No shit."

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