He tried to pull it from the sand, but it was firmly anchored. Even after he scooped away some of the surrounding soil, the lamp remained firmly embed...ded. Laughing again to himself, he brushed the sand away from the writing, in the process "rubbing" the lamp, and then stood and returned to where he had spread the blanket.He made a trip into the edge of the woods to relieve himself and then returned, along the way stopping to pick up his sleeping bag from the rock where he had been resting. He. He pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in, over and over, the speed increasing as he slammed into her body, brushing her clit with every stroke. Her short nails dug into his scalp as she shattered beneath him, a declaration of love falling from her lips between moans. He crushed her to him, angling her hips to take him impossibly deeper, powering into her for a few more strokes before finally bursting within her with a roar. ‘Wow,’ she breathed as she melted into the bed. He. .” Angel looked at her arms and realized that they weren’t quite right. She could see Cassandra’s darker arm hair, and a freckle she herself didn’t have on her forearm. She was in Cassandra’s body! “How?”“GREETINGS HUMANS!”Angel screeched at the sudden auditory intrusion, which seemed to be coming from all around them.The volume dropped: “You have been chosen for an important experiment. We are not of your world, and have used our advanced technology to swap your primitive minds with two of. The only sound I could hear was the hushed voices of the shapes beyond what I assumed were my feet. I tried to breathe deeply, I remembered a cool night and gun shots. A fleeting thought rushed through my weakened mind. ‘Was I at my own funeral?’ I curled my brow forward and dropped my jaw only to have an incoherent moan escape my lips. The voices stopped, and the shapes darted toward me. I cringed in retreat. More hushed words, and a strange warm sensation slid up the inside of my left arm..