I knew that about halfway across the channel had cut deep. The water wasn’t moving fast, but it dropped suddenly and was over the average man’s he...ight. A good swimmer wouldn’t have a problem but would have to work at it. A weak swimmer might not make it. Either way, they would be far downstream before they got to the other side. I led Jughead into the water a couple of feet, just short of the drop-off, and then turned downstream. We continued for about 30 yards downstream, and then we came up. "No, I'm changing. I must've slept into it. Dammit! I didn't even get back to being me!"Wait. What was he saying? This was his body! He shouldn't have to share time.Tucker channeled his anger into a hammer and swung it at the force taking control. It didn't even phase it. Something wasn't right about the entity either. It wasn't Whitney. It felt like...Tucker rushed to the restroom. He stared at himself in the mirror. He knew immediately who it was. It sent terror running through his body."Oh. I LOVE YOU" I had not noticed Beth had returned and was standing there looking at the pictures of the black dudes with there cocks hanging out. I looked up and shocked by not only the note I had read but the fact Beth was standing there looking at all the pictures. "Oh I am sorry Beth" as I was grabbing up the pictures. Beth looked at me "It is ok I did not know you where into to black men" She said with a chuckle "NO NO NO not me its my wife, oh lord how do I explain this to you. Oh god" "It. They were based in a little village nearby, and I arranged to meet them lunchtime at their place. I arrived and parked outside and Ruth opened the door to me. She led me into the kitchen where Eamon was waiting. I shook hands with him and we got chatting. He emphasised that I cannot call Ruth, but it was to be on her terms only when we could meet. At that time I worked for myself so getting to her was never going to be a problem. After a few mins of chatting Eamon asked Ruth if she wanted to go.