Peter : "Let's say that i believe in you two. How do it work then?"Julie : "Simple. You just have to shake hands with Mrs.Crawler, she willask if you ...would like to swap with her, and you said yes, and then youwill get swapped"Mrs.Crawler nods and offering her hand for a handshake.Peter hesitates for a moment, but then he accept the handshake.Mrs.Crawler : "Do ya, boy, woulda swap with ma?"Peter : "O-okay..!"Then it happened.The swap.Nothing fancy.Just instantly done.Peter starting to examine. Just looking at Her made his body, tired as he was, want, no need, to respond to her. Impossibly rich, curly hair of bright copper flowed to her waist. A small triangle of darker hair covered her mons and her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. He could clearly see her smiling at them as she approached.Her scent hit them - Ken could actually feel the effect it had on Jane - as Lea got closer. It was the same as always, but seemed magnified almost as if they'd never really been in Her. I feel it too. I am blessed." Just then the citypopped back into view. The woman was wearing a normal dress, notbuckskins, although she was clearly native. "Aww, it is gone." But we had it for a while. One needs to cherish what they have, notmourn what is gone," Helen said."You are wise," the woman said. "I am Lisa Powers, from Brantford way.I am honored to meet you. You are clearly blessed by Manitou." We are Steve and Helen Winslow," Helen said. "We are here fromIngersoll, not far from. You remember that old opera house down the road, don't you?" Yes, I know the way." Good. I'll be waiting."I hung up and ran upstairs, checking all the rooms for signs of recent occupation. It was hard to judge and, in the end, she was right; it didn't matter. I wouldn't have believed her if she'd denied holding him captive anyway; I had to know for sure, so I would go.I went into my room, which still had most of my stuff lying where I'd left it, a tribute to my normal life. Sitting atop my.