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As a thank you gesture he held out his hands in front of him and in acknowledgement I held his hands.
'Thanks for all you have done for me'. Luke stated.
I noted how amazing his hands felt. I could feel the warmth of his heart flowing through his blood vessels. I could also feel how detailed the ridges in his skin were as they felt so deep. I pulled him in closer for a hug. Probably more than he wanted or was expecting... I couldn't manage a reply that was meaningful to him and as I was still holding his hands creating the bond I needed.
'I wish these hands were mine.' I said to him.
He released the hug and moved his hands to my upper arms and shook me a little.
'What do you mean?' He demanded.
'Touching my hands in the way you did has created a special bond between us. You were not to know. However I have been tasked with finding help for one of my friends who is at breaking point. He has found a way to switch bodies with people, he chose me, but I needed to find a third person as the switch had to create 3 points from touching hands. Unwittingly, you have just become the third and your body will become mine.'
'I don't want any part of this freak show.' He retorted.
'My boy just by touching me, your mind is already being reprogrammed to accept this and by the time Alec is here to join us and begin the transformation you will also know the spell and we fully versed with how we are to switch and will he enjoying it.' I explained.
"Really Sonny, you think you can carry this off?" Marc asked.
"Hell yeah, do I or do I not look like the school's top lineman? Oh and call me Cameron you ass," Sonny snarled.
Tony held up his hands. "OK big guy," he looked around, "where's the real Cameron?"
"Tied up in the storeroom, hell he freaked out when he came face to face with his double."
"You were able to knock him out?"
"Fuck yeah, caught him by surprise. Took a while to peel his uniform off, but it really gave me a buzz pull it on myself. He stinks, but then I realised that's what I'm meant to smell like now, and that made me hard."
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Steve was ill. He has been bitten hundreds of times by whatever breed of mega mosquito that had invaded his private space. There bites were only on his legs but it meant he was finding it difficult to walk. There was about 40 of us in the hotel and they were only biting Steve. He must of tasted so sweet. He knew I had healing powers and asked me to help.
I explained to him that my healing powers only work on myself. I couldn't help others. That presented him with a problem. Steve needed the help but I couldn't do it. Steve had a solution though that required very little effort. He could temporally place me inside his body whilst I healed it. He would look after mine. It sounded like a great idea.
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At the Al diwan resort it's all inclusive. And when they say all inclusive they mean all inclusive. Everything is free. Why is it free? It's free because in a roundabout way your doing everything yourself.
Your first day your told about it and at first they just use the guests so the staff can have their breaks but once it's the second day your abused and end up doing more and more as the days and weeks go on. When I look back on it, after I stole Kamil's body, I kind of miss it. I already plan to go back. I will probably release abdul from his curse and allow him to take Kamil's body away from me. I suppose I'd better explain.
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‘I was working in my lab late one night…..’
Dang! I can’t get that song out of my head. Since it is Halloween the radio station I listen to is playing “Monster Mash” non-stop. It’s just a silly little song that was one of my favorites when I was growing up. Everyone knows there’s no such thing as monsters, vampires, and werewolves, but still people like the supernatural. Just look at the current crop of shows on television. True to the song stuck in my head, I am working late but not in a lab. I am taking inventory at the store I own. The clock in the town square strikes midnight - I’m so out of here.
The full moon is shrouded by thin clouds, casting an eerie glow across the buildings and creating shadows in the corners and alleys. The night air is still warm, especially for October, yet a cold shiver is running down my spine as I make my way home. Everything is quiet, too quiet. Normally the walk home is pleasant but tonight I’m sure getting freaked out walking along the deserted streets. I nearly jump a mile when I hear a noise in the alley ahead. Stupid, it is only a cat foraging in the garbage cans. Almost home. Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me. I freeze dead in my tracks. I must just be imagining things. I start to walk again, although a bit faster now when I hear footsteps again. I pause, listening to the trees along the sidewalk rustle softly with a gentle breeze I haven’t noticed before, creating an animated show as the shadows on the moonlit streets dance to an unheard tune. More footsteps bring me out of my reverie. Home seems a long ways off as I try to keep a cool head. Snap out if, David. You’re letting your imagination get the better of you. My heart is beating fast as I slowly turn around; not really wanting to see what might be lurking in the shadows. I can make out something in the darkness just outside the halo of the streetlight, the form accentuated by the cold blue light of the moon. I want to run but I feel frozen in place, my legs refusing to move. The figure emerges into the light. There, under the soft glow of the street lamp, stands a young man. I almost laugh out loud as this is no monster waiting to get me. I have scared myself over nothing.
Mark leaned back in the seat, talking with Stuart.
I smile, Stuart was a very willing receptacle and open to suggestion. I'd only used his identity for a couple of days before I knew I needed a more permanent place.
Riffling through Stuart's memories I picked out Mark, a big heavy set guy. He'd only moved to the state recently and worked in construction. A useful guy to have around the site because he was very strong. He'd been looking for a place to make his own; I had too, so it would work well for the both of us--sort of.
With Stuart preprogramed with my wishes I jumped into the back of his cab and he called Mark telling him he could take the spare room.
Stuart drove over and picked up Mark who threw his gear into the back of the pickup. As he climbed in he gave Mark a soda, laced with a sedative, which he gratefully accepted taking a couple of gulps.
"Hi!" I said, making Mark jump. He looked around and looked surprised.
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