. hear you ... heart ... warm..."His words didn't mean anything to Britney. She dragged the nightstand close enough to where he hung and mounted the p...iece of furniture. The nightstand's uneven legs rocked beneath her and she yelped, grasping Mr. D'Angelo's body to keep from falling."Sorry," she gasped as he groaned.His arms were as burnt as his face, his fingers charred almost to the bone."Don't look," she muttered to herself, fighting the roiling in her stomach. "Just open the lock." Her. "I'm with IT," said Scott in his higher pitched voice. "The contractcompany for the building."Leslie crossed her arms and smirked. "I know her. We've met." Ok," said the guy. "I didn't see a badge."Scott's hand flew to his waist feeling about. The dress provided noplace to hook a badge and there was no badge there anyway. "I musthave left it in the office I was setting up."The guy nodded, "You can stop working on this floor. The badge readershave been turned off. Neural Science is. Get the software. Bring it back. Switch back into my real body.Sounds like a piece of cake. All we've got to do is survive untiltomorrow morning." Easier said than done, mom," said Johnny, really not looking forward tohis sleeping arrangement. The mismatched pair then made their ways totheir appropriate bedrooms.Carla was finally alone in Johnny's bedroom. She stripped down from herclothes and fumbled through his dresser until she found a pair of gymshorts and a t-shirt to wear to bed. Once. I could tell before she took off the coat that she had a great pair of tits because they were clearly pushing through the coat. As the coat came off, I looked at her and was amazed to see what she was wearing. A tiny little pink skirt without any underwear and a small white tanktop which could barely contain her tits.She looked at me and laughed when she saw that my penis was bulging in my jeans. She came over and sat beside me and stroked my cock for a couple minutes and told me that my cock.