I....it, um." its fine bro." i hoped that would make him feel better."what?" i know you didn't mean to kiss me. the body is a weird thing, so you neve...r know what will happen."he smiled,"uh....thanks bro." no problem."i could instantly tell he felt better.i felt good, making him feel better.but for some reason i had to break this moment,"and thanks for not beating my ass."he chuckled"its cool bro." he smiled."and also, thanks for giving me something to do. I'm always bored. no one to hang out. I was standing in front of the bleachers. A row of cheerleaders lay collapsed by my side. I counted them out and found that one was missing. I began to get a sinking feeling that I was that one. Thoroughly depressed now, I began to mentally tag the remaining cheerleaders, noticing absently that people were beginning to wake up. When I had finished naming the cheerleaders on the ground, I knew that I had the body of the very cheerleader I had been admiring earlier. It always seems to work out. In the lounge drivers were watching a football game on the big screen TV. There were a couple of couches, several lounge chairs, a few tables and chairs, over all a really nice place for the dozen or so drivers to relax. Hubby and I walked around to the front of the room just beside the TV set. There he pulled on the little shoulder tie of my dress allowing it to drop to the floor. Now I was standing there fully naked with all eyes on me. Hubby announced who needed football when they had a slut. We've been showing our power and not seeing anyone getting interested ... apart from those people who are following you that is.' He, I mean I, dropped the bombshell."People following me? What people? ... I didn't see anyone." I said.'Wrong! You didn't consciously see anyone, but I have the time to remember everything.' The screen said and then it glowed pink with exaggerated smugness."I see, well then what did they look like?" I asked getting annoyed with the way 'I' was actingThe screen.