My breasts seemed huge to me. The skin on my arms was tan and clear of the familiar freckles. I looked at Neeka and she appeared to be having the same... disorientation. Each of us had experienced so much of the other's point of view that we were momentarily unsettled to find ourselves in an unfamiliar body.I knew I was Sam, and this was Sam's body, but I was also Neeka, with Neeka's feelings and senses and memories. I had a sudden flash of recollection, of another life, another family, another. Floyd wanted to put off listening, just as a meager rebellion against the 'orders' from the strong woman. He made the mistake of telling her he wanted to wait, and she snapped.Mary gave him a righteous tongue-lashing and figuratively dragged him over to the CD player. By the time he sat down, he was almost hard. Despite his best efforts, she noticed. That set off an even more strident verbal assault.Within the first two days, they listened to the CD three times. To his surprise, Floyd began to. ” Emma said softly.“Why the hell wouldn’t I want you?” Jason said. He could hear some movement behind him. “You’re perfect.”“So are you.” Emma said seriously. “Fuck! Why did my parents have to come back when they did? Why not an hour later!”“An hour? I’m flattered, but I think you’re over-estimating me.” Jason joked, sitting down on his bed. He could still see his mother and Karla out of the corner of his eye but he didn’t turn to look directly at them.“I’m sure we could have found something to. No, make that 'thoughts'. I'd heard other girls talk about being excited about some guy or another. I used to write it off as just 'talk'. Now I know. I know that there's an animalistic amount of tingling that goes on in anticipation of a guy and a girl and a boat anchored out on a dark bay."Mom, can I talk to you about a delicate subject?" I had to ask Mom. Mom, whom I trusted. I asked a few girls at school, but you never know who's got an agenda, even Key. I knew that Key was no prude. She.