Whoever was in my body, obviouslywasn't Maura Daniels. But if she wasn't me, then what the devil wasgoing on?"Okay, calm down," I said, surprised at t...he soft, high-pitched sound ofmy new voice. "I'm not really Miss Daniels. I'm Hank Bullington andthat's my body you're in. Now how are you?" I-I-I'm Judy Simons," my body said, and started sobbing. Judy collapsedinto my arms, in what I'm certain would've been a comical site were Imore removed from the situation. A grown man, 6'5" and built. Still, Miri and I were getting a bit haggard from standing watch on the bridge and then standing another over our child. I guess it was showing some because after I became routinely shrewish with everyone, Brain and Dan offered to stand 8 hour watches so that Miri and I would have more down time together and with Brock, as well as more time to rest. It worked out great and my disposition improved significantly.Not that there wasn't any excitement. Even though space is a very big place and we. My eyes roamed her body, a flicker of a dream danced in my mind of having her writhing under my body."Where is your car?" She asked, looking about dark streets."I don't own one." I said unapologetically. Another awkward moment passed between us and I cleared my throat to speak. "Are you feeling all right? Did you drink too much?" I asked. I used the questions to help distract me from the growing need to draw her close and brush my lips to her neck. Even now, I could hear the drumming of her. " "Yes, Master, I am ready," she said bracing herself. He drew back the flogger and gave her a medium hard stroke with the device. "There. We are done," he said. "Master?" "I said we are done. Get up and go upstairs and wait for me by my chair." Confused and a little bewildered she did as she was told. She started to go upstairs, but stopped to look back at him as she reached the bottom step. He was busy putting things away and didn't pay any attention to her. She turned around and came back to.