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The course correction Part two Chapter One He wouldn't be a man at all Jess thought it hard to believe that it had been only a month since that world changing event that affected everyone's lives. He saw aliens on televison! And they weren't the type that got dreamed up by Steven Spielberg. They said they came in peace - they lied. Right there in his father's kitchen they all watched in horror as one of them transformed into the most grotesque creatures anyone of them had ever seen. A god awful mess of green protoplasm with dozens of eyes. As Baylok spoke the other slithered it's way about the stage trying to stay in one place. It was shocking to see it lose it's battle and fall off the stage and onto the floor of the White House press room. Jess could still hear the one called Baylok's words ringing in his ears and see his image on the televison screen. "Ladies and gentlemen, Clarence is correct. We are responsible for the current status of your world. We have been watching your world for many of your centuries and have decided to intercede. Left to yourselves you will surely self destruct. And that is what we have prevented by rendering your weapons of mass destruction harmless. It is the aim of The Council who sent us here to protect your planet from certain destruction by either yourselves or spacefaring mauraders who would take it all from you. Our first choice to unify you as a race was to alter you at the genetic level. By making you all identical it would end your constant bickering with each other. But President Taylor given the choice voted for what took place on your world a week ago today," he said. Just when Jess was accepting the fact that there really were aliens in the world he hears that his President betrays his entire planet to them! He took his own life or so they say. Poor man. Jess couldn't fathom the guilt that the man must have been living with once the button had been pushed. But Jess finally came to realize that he would not be the man that he was today if it weren't for what the President did. In fact, he wouldn't be a man at all. Jess shuddered to think that the other option had been to alter them at the genetic level and make people all identical. Jess thanked God everyday that the President made the choice that he did. Jess' mind went back to that fateful newcast. "The violence must stop! The social disorder must stop! You are wasting valuable time. Yours is a vain race, understand-able when one considers that until today you thought you were the center of the universe. But that has changed as of today. Also as of today our friend Clarence is Supreme Ruler of the planet Earth. This is a necessary step in the unification process of your species. You will all do as he orders. We will be watching!" he said. Jess shook his head in amazement. He wondered if they were indeed watching each and every one of them as they tried to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. They didn't seem to care what happened as long as they complied with whatever edict that Clarence declared. Clarence took up residency in the White House; the former First Lady now runs the entire world. But it was Baylok's final point that had been most worrisome. "It is truly unfortunate that I have to say this. But in exactly one of your hours my fellow traveler and myself will have no choice but to use the ray once again to bring order to chaos on your planet. As I stated earlier the violence must stop! Those of you hearing my words and of sane mind have exactly one hour to protect yourselves from the additional use of the ray," he warned. Jess remembered the panic that took hold in his chest when he said those words. They were going to use the ray again! They all freaked out sitting there watching the television. They all felt so powerless. What was going to happen this time? Were they going to switch our minds again? Jess suddenly realized he liked very much where he was 'living' and if they couldn't or wouldn't put him back where he belonged he wanted to stay right where he was. He was in love with Dale and he didn't want to lose that. But it had been Dale's calm voice that reminded both his father and Jess that they had a choice and could protect ourselves. And they did. They kept their word and used the ray on anyone left without protection. It proved easy enough to do. All they had to do was plug their ears and blindfold themselves. And wait. The waiting was the most emotionally taxing on all of them. It proved to be the longest five minutes of all their lives up to that point. But they made it through without any problems. All of them; Dale, Frank, Jess and their houseguests who arrived shortly after the drama on the television had ended. They all did just fine. Afterward, they all debated what would happen next. What would the new World Leader be like? What would their visitors from outer space be like? They already knew they could take on human form and had greater technology than their own. But what were they like? Jess had always been intensely curious and found himself wondering what drove the aliens. It would be quite some time before he found out. And the violence that had been such a danger ceased. The ray didn't switch anybody around this time. No, this time it nullified the very cortex of one's emotional center. It left it's victims happy - all the time! People who had once been in their own bodies productive citizens; were now switched and in foreign bodies. People who were seen as violent crazed troublemakers; both female and male, were left happily mindless due to the second use of the ray. In essence they'd become village idiots. And there were thousands of them worldwide who were now totally dependant on others for their very survival. It proved to be a heartwrenchingly difficult price for the rest of the world to pay. Chapter Two What's wrong? A pregnancy scare sure can scare a woman to death! Especially if the uterus belongs to a former man! Dale let out a deep sigh of relief as she looked at the pregnancy test strip. It was negative. She wasn't pregnant. She felt somewhat foolish having taken such a risk. She was the one with the most sexual experience. As a man she'd had her fair share of partners by the time of the switch. She knew how to use a condom. She knew it would also protect her from not only an unwanted pregnancy, but possibly sexually transmitted diseases as well. But Jess and Dale had been overwhelmed with their bodies new sensations. And simply put: Dale let Jess 'sweep' her off of her feet. And they'd had sex without really stopping to think about it's full ramifications. 'Sex with Jess was great! And he was a very generous lover'she thought. Dale loved him dearly for it. Eventually they settled into the guest bedroom together as a couple sharing one bed. Jess sat on the edge of their bed in what has become their bedroom. He was lost in his thoughts about the past month when Dale brought him back to reality. "Well, I'm not pregnant," she said with a sigh of relief as she looked at the test strip. "That was too close for comfort," she added as she turned to look at Jess as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "I'll say," he added, relieved that he wasn't about to become a father. Jess gave Dale a smile and leaned in and gave her a long wet kiss on the lips. She broke the kiss and looked at him. "We have to keep using condoms, Jess," she said. "No matter how it might break the mood," she added. "Alright, honey," Jess said. "Whatever you say," he added, as he gave her another kiss on the lips. She abruptly broke away from Jess' wanting lips. "What's wrong?" he asked. "It's just that I feel so stupid. I'm sorry that this even had to happen, Jess. I'm sorry that I messed up remembering to take the pill. I'm sorry that I had to put us both through all of this. Just promise me we won't be having sex without some kind of protection. OK?" she asked him again. Jess couldn't resist the pleading look on her face. "Of course I promise," he said. "I'm in no hurry to be a father, Dale," Jess added. "Well, believe it or not motherhood can wait," she replied adamantly. Jess nodded, it wasn't his body anymore. And he was in total agreement. "The world is just too messed up, Jess. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to have a baby anyway. The mere thought of it makes me crazy. You would think that would have been enough to make me remember to take that stupid pill!" she said, her annoyance and frustration were plain for Jess to see. Jess turned as he sat beside her on the bed and wrapped her in his arms. "It will all be alright, Dale. You'll see," he added, trying to reassure her. "And besides," he said, "I forgot too, you know!" Jess remembered the condoms that he had totally forgotten about in his secret hiding place in a pair of socks in his underwear drawer. Jess too, felt stupid. But hey, what was done, was done. He hugged her tightly and started to kiss her on the neck. "Please, Jess. I'm not in the mood right now," she said. Jess stopped his foreplay and let her out of his embrace. ****** Frank had to admit being fourteen years old again had its advantages. He had his whole life to live over again and he had his health. And if the world got its act together he would be rich too. It has been strange to be facing puberty again however. His voice has begun to crack while he spoke sometimes causing him to blush with embarrassment. But Frank just grins and bears it; knowing full well that it was the least of his problems. He'd grown tired of his long hair and took a pair of scissors to it. Both Dale and Jess laughed when Frank emerged from the bathroom with his hair hacked off. Frank didn't care. It was summer and at least now he was able to be somewhat cool with the shorter hair. Life here at the ranch has fallen into somewhat of a routine over the last month. He watched in silence as his new son took on more and more responsibility of running the ranch. Jess did the chores Frank just wasn't strong enough to do anymore like chop firewood and throw a saddle on a horse. Frank just didn't have the arm strength that he used to have. He was still adjusting to his new circumstances like everybody else. And he found himself slowly yielding his position at the ranch to Jess. Frank also found himself looking up to his 'son'. Watching him workout in the gym in their basement was truly a treat. With Dale as his coach Jess was learning more and more about hardcore bodybuilding. As a former adult male Frank tried to keep himself in somewhat decent shape; but nothing like what Jess was doing at all. The man was powerfully strong! And he worked hard at it. Frank's favorite exercise to watch was the squat. They sure looked painful as Jess pushed massive amounts of weight on his shoulders upward. Then there was Jess' appetite. He was eating them out of house and home! But Frank didn't care. He was his son and he loved him. And he was growing to be very fond of Dale as time went by as well. Frank managed to keep his mouth shut as they have gotten closer as a couple; and have shown blatant signs of affection for each other. The handwriting was on the wall and Frank was not surprised when they announced that Dale would be moving in to share Jess' bed and bedroom. He thought they made a great couple. ****** Since the telecast that put Clarence in power as Earth's only ruler he has been very busy. Life at the White House has been chaotic. Baylok and Ryka left after delivering their messages and Clarence has had little trouble having his orders followed. Bruce's plan to implement the use of lie detector technology seemed pointless at this point. The second use of the ray had made it so. His power to rule was total it would seem. And no one had any desire to end up like a village idiot as a form of punishment. Oh, it was never threatened directly as a consequence; but just the possibility was enough of a deterent. The idiots were everywhere it seemed; especially in the larger cities. Life was slowly starting to return to normal. Clarence ended marshall law; not that it was ever all that in place due to the social chaos. Clarence also opened the banks where and when possible. People were being asked to return to their jobs. Commerce, trading needed to resume. It would take years to get back to where they were before the big switch. But Clarence has time, all the time he needs to see his plan to completion. Somewhere out in space (Present day) Baylok and Ryka stood at the window looking down at the blue ball called Earth. "We must remain here in orbit for some time," Ryka said. "Indeed," said Baylok as he continued to look out the window. "How long before we see any results of our efforts?" Ryka asked him. "We have already seen the end of the violence and bloodshed. And with Clarence in place we should see some small changes soon," he said. Chapter Three Drenched in sweat just doesn't cut it It's been nearly two weeks since Dale and Jess did the pregnancy test. And it's been nearly two weeks since they had sex. And sex seemed to be all that Jess was capable of thinking about. Oh, Jess knew it was the testosterone surging through his veins that was making him so damned horny. What Jess was having trouble with was his growing inability to be patient! Over the past six weeks or so he'd grown accustomed to having regular sex. There just wasn't anything like it for the release of tension, frustration and stress. His daily workouts have been helpful. But somehow the grueling intensity coupled with the muscular pain and drenched in sweat just doesn't cut it. Jess has challenging himself with his workouts. Dale's coaching has benefited him greatly and most days she's down in the gym with him. "But not today!" he said to himself, as he pushed several hundred pounds up on a leg press machine. Not today. Today Jess was working out alone. ****** Dale pulled away from Jess. And a part of her doesn't really understand just why. All she really knew was that her head was filled with all kinds of different thoughts. She couldn't help but wonder what she would have done if the test had been positive? Right now Dale didn't even know if she would have had the courage to go through with it and have a baby. She put her hand to her belly and thanked God that she had the time to try and figure things out. ****** They untangled the telephones and Clarence turned them all back on. Life was trying to get back to somewhat 'normal'. Clarence also went back on television and informed the world that he was going to reinvent the United Nations as a concept. From now on all nations would provide people who would be trained to do his bidding. From now on there would be no more neglect of undeveloped nations. From now on there would be no more imperialism; national or otherwise. Somewhere out in space (present day) The humans were so far complying with Clarence's every whim. Ryka just wasn't so sure that Baylok's programing of Clarence was fool proof. He wasn't entirely certain that what the human's call their 'gut ' wouldn't overcome the sub routines somehow that governed Clarence. Only time would tell of course. ****** Tension was building in the house. You could feel it whenever they were all together. Frank wasn't stupid. He knew that Dale and Jess had some kind of problem between them. But he had a promise to keep and it wasn't any of his business. Jess was laying out by the pool soaking up some sun when he heard something he haven't heard in a long, long time. The telephone rang! Jess shot up off the chaise lounge and ran as fast as his sore body would take him into the kitchen. Frank was the first one to the phone and he answered it. "Hello?" he said in a somewhat amazed adolescent tone. Jess agreed. It sure was amazing to have the phones working again. "Who is it!" Jess asked him with growing impatience. "We're fine, thanks for the call to let us know that the telephones were working again," he said as he turned and hung up the phone. Dale rushed into the kitchen from upstairs. She appeared eager to know who it was as well. She walked toward the two men and stood next to Jess. "Who was it!" they both asked him at the same time. "That was Tom Olson," Frank said. "Who?"they both said as they looked at each other. "Tom, he's the boy I swapped bodies with," Frank said, reminding them. "Oh," Jess said as he looked from Frank's face to Dale's, "now I remember the name." "Excuse me," said Dale as she reached for the phone. "But I need to make a phone call. Is it OK with you Frank if I try to call my brother in Oregon?" "Sure honey, go right ahead," he replied. "Be my guest." Dale's hand shook as she pushed the buttons on the telephone. She shook so bad she had to hang up and start over because she misdialed. Finally, she suceeded and she heard a ringing on the other end of the connection. Dale took a deep breath and exhaled; one ring, two rings, three. So far there was no answer. She turned and faced the anticipating looks of both Jess and his father. Dale shook her head to signal that so far there was no answer. Four rings, five still no answer. After the sixth ring Dale heard her brother's voice - her brother's recorded voice. Dale got his answering machine, or voice mail. She let out a sigh and waited for the end of the message. "Sorry we're not in right now. Please leave a message at the end of the beep." She heard her brother's familiar voice say. Then she heard the beep. Jess really felt for Dale. She waited all this time to talk to her brother and she had to leave a message? He felt awful as he watched her leave the message. But there was little that he could do. Jess just looked at his dad after she fled the kitchen. He wanted to go after her; but Jess didn't. Ever since the pregancy scare she's been acting sort of strange. Well, yeah, strange for their current situation. She's isolated herself. She tells Jess that nothing is wrong. That he didn't do anything wrong - but it sure does feel like he did something wrong. It was just plain weird. As a former woman himself you'd think he'd be able to cut through all this emotional shit? But something was telling Jess just to let her be. So he has. Jess looked at his father as he stood in his kitchen wearing nothing but his blue swim trunks. Jess shrugged his sore shoulders and threw up his sizeable arms. "I don't know what to tell you, Dad," he said in frustration. His father stood before Jess silent for a moment. His eyes averted Jess for a few seconds and then returned. "We can talk about it, if you want son," he offered. "But only if that is what you want," he said adamantly. There was that word again. He called Jess his son. Frank would never know how much that meant to Jess. It touched his heart deep within the muscular torso he now possessed. Jess looked at him and nodded. "OK, Dad," he said. "I think it's time I talk to someone," he added frankly. "Let's take a walk," Frank suggested. Jess looked down at his nearly naked body and agreed. "Let me get some clothes on first," he told him. ****** "Hurry up, asshole! I didn't spend the past thirty five years in prison to be slowed down by the likes of you!" Charley hollered. He couldn't believe his good fortune to be swapped into the body of one of the guards. All of a sudden he had a gun and keys. The keys! Charley let out some of his best friends, or what he thought were his best friends before he ran out of prison. ****** They walked for at least ten minutes in silence before either of them spoke. They were both gathering their thoughts. Jess pulled up the bottom of the tee shirt that he was wearing and slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. There was something comforting about walking with his dad on the ranch again. Jess looked up into the shining sun. Where should he start? "This is kind of hard, Dad," Jess finally admitted. Indeed, here he was about to inform his father that his daughter almost became a father! "Just start at the beginning, son," Frank replied. There was that word again. Jess swallowed. Hard. "We had a pregnancy scare, Dad," he finally said, relieved to have it out in the open. Jess refused to stop and look his dad in the eyes. He kept puttting one foot in front of the other. But unfortunately his dad stopped walking suddenly. Jess stopped with his back to him. And from behind him Jess heard his reply. "I see," Frank said. Jess suddenly felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He felt himself turning beet red. This was his father after all. Jess slowly turned around to face him. Over the past five weeks or so Jess had grown accustomed to looking upon his father's adolescent features. But this was different. Jess took a deep breath and took his hands out of his pockets. As Frank made motion to speak Jess raised a hand up. What he really didn't want was some kind of repeat of the night Jess told him that he was pregnant! Jess looked down at his anatomy. 'There was no way he could accuse me of that!' he thought. "It's not what you might think," Jess said, as he grappled for words to explain the mess that Dale and he had just been through. Frank's eyebrows rose but he remained silent. "I - we got lost in the moment. And we didn't think," Jess explained, as his breathing grew more rapid. Jess realized he was scared of what his dad might say. "I can understand that, son," he informed Jess as he looked him in the eyes. It just made Jess more nervous. His eyes always had that affect on Jess whenever he was in some kind of trouble. And now with his fourteen year old eyes it was no different. He still was the person that knew Jess best. And even though Jess stood before him a whole foot taller and built like a linebacker; he still felt like such a little girl. His father's little girl. 'But I have changed,' he thought to himself. 'Now there was an understatement if there ever was one! But then again hasn't just about everyone changed? Have I changed? Or am I still that sixteen year old reckless and irresponsible spoiled brat that got herself pregnant? I truly hoped that I had matured some in the four years since then,' he thought. But how Frank saw him at the moment was what was most important. "I swept her up and into my arms as she stood in front of the stove cooking. And the rest is a fantastic blur," Jess explained, hoping that his father would really understand. "I understand, Jess, really I do," Frank said. Jess' nervousness got the best of him. "I forgot!" he blurted out before he could stop himself. "You forgot?" he asked Jess; repeating his question. Jess nodded quickly. "Yes, I forgot about using a condom. Just that one time! I even had some condoms stashed in my sock drawer. But I forgot! Hell, we both forgot!" Jess shouted. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes as he thought of Dale and what this trial had done to her. How she was slowly pulling away from him. Jess wasn't so sure he wouldn't have done the same thing in her place. And what was her place? He thought back to his female days;how he thought he had to put out to keep a boyfriend. Jess wondered if that wasn't how Dale was feeling. He knew they loved each other. But he couldn't help but feel that this pregnancy thing might have left her feeling like she was painted into a corner. Frank really felt for Jess! And when he remembered that difficult night when Jess told him he was pregnant it made it all the worse. And now as a man? Frank thought he must feel awful knowing that he had something to do with causing someone he loved pain. Frank took the few steps that were between them and gave Jess a hug. Unlike the other times Frank found himself in the big man's arms this time Frank shook as Jess began to sob. "Hey, it's OK. Right?" he said. "Everything turned out OK, right?" Frank repeated as Jess held Frank against his chest. "Yeah," Jess replied between sobs. "I guess so." "Well, then alright," Frank said, "there you go." "But, she won't let me touch her," Jess said, still crying, "she's even moved back into her bedroom, Dad." Frank nodded to himself. "She needs time Jess," Frank explained. "Any woman would, son. You were a woman once, right?" "You couldn't tell from looking at me today though, now could you?" Jess replied through subsiding tears. A smile was trying to find it's way onto his face. "Well, I'm right. Aren't I?" Frank asked him. "I suppose so," he answered, as he released Frank from his grip. "I suppose so." Jess suddenly started to feel better ;not so bottled up inside. Thank God! He could still talk to his father. Granted it was a most unusual situation; but in today's world what was usual? He wiped the tears from his face and took a deep breath. Jess tried to clear his mind of clutter and think. Jess decided to ask him. "What do you think of the man your daughter has become?" he asked. From his expression the question appeared to stun Frank. There was an odd moment of silence between them before Frank spoke. "What do I think of the man my daughter has become?" he said, repeating Jess' question. "I have always been proud of you Jess. You know that. I've told you before," he said in a serious tone. "As to the man you've become?" he added, and then paused. "I am also proud of the man you've become. You seem to have adjusted to our newfound situation very well. I've been watching you with Dale and the two of you seem to be quite right for each other," he said. "I'm in love with her, Dad. And this body of mine wants to show her that love all the time!" Jess said, "And so do I." His father put a slight smile on his young face before he replied. "I know what you mean, Jess. I know what you mean. I loved your mother very much." "It's been two weeks and I don't know if I can wait much longer," Jess finally told him. "You're going to have to be very patient with Dale I'm afraid, Jess," he said. "This is on her timetable, not yours." "But, Dad - " he said, as he was about to object. "No buts, son," he said adamantly. "No buts." Jess nodded, there was that word again. "You're going to have to take care of things yourself for awhile," he said. Jess nodded again, knowing full well just what he meant. Chapter Four What a thrill that was! They stole a car. Actually, they found a car. Yeah - just outside of the prison walls there were dozens of them skewed every which way on the two lane highway. They had their pick. Charley and the Menendez brothers piled into an arrest me red BMW. There was plenty of room; after they dumped the dead body out onto the side of the highway of course. They were heading south back towards Los Angeles on the BR101 which ran parallel to interstate five. They figured that they'd take their time and keep to the back roads. They all had scores to settle. ****** Dale wanted to run away. When the phone rang all she could think about was her family. She now had a lifeline to her family. But all she succeeded in doing was leaving a message. It's been only a few hours since Dale left the message. But this waiting is hell. All she was thinking about was her family. What's happened to them? Dale felt like she was in some kind of hell. She was happy for Jess. He'd found his father. And for the most part it turned out just fine. Dale was back in her bedroom upstairs sorting things out and so far it was slow going. She wanted things to be back they way they were two months ago. That was just part of the hell that she found herself in. The other was the fact that she was female now and possessed an oven. She'd messed up taking some pills and her period hadn't come yet. Her first one! And according to Jess she was late! So, with no signs of pms they'd managed to lay their hands on a pregnancy kit. Dale thanked God again that her oven was empty as she thought back on the experience. And then Dale got her first period. What a thrill that was! A guy has not lived until he's had to insert his own tampon! Yuk! So, Dale experienced the bloating, the mood swings, the bleeding and the cramping. It was almost enough to make her wish that she'd succeeded in getting pregnant. Almost! And now she was completely out of birth control pills. As a guy Dale couldn't say that she wasn't responsible about protection when it came to sex. But she could say now that she didn't worry about it as much then as she did now! And she's been taking all this out on Jess. 'I just couldn't let him touch me,' she thought to herself as she slowly fell asleep. She needed more time to come back down to Earth. And Dale didn't think that would happen until she found out something definitive about her family. ****** Clarence grew more and more anxious. His body was still somewhat foreign to him. Pressured by his schedule and the stress of 'solving' all of Earth's problems kept Clarence very busy. 'I have little time to think of pleasures of the flesh; even if it is alien flesh,' he thought. But he knew he needed a queen; a female to satiate his carnal needs. Clarence has been in his male body six weeks and he was still a 'virgin'. It was a problem that was slowly beginning to gain on Clarence. ****** Jess sat out on the patio drinking a beer as he looked up at the night sky full of stars. He was deep in thought about his conversation with his father. 'His father was right' he thought. Dale would have to come to him when it was time. When the time was right for her. And not before. Jess took another quick drink from his bottle of beer. He was breaking one of Dale's bodybuilding laws. Alcohol was fattening. Too much and... Jess sighed. Tomorrow he would have to workout extra long and hard to burn off the added calories of the couple of beers that he drank this evening. Jess patted his flat hard stomach as he leaned back in his chair. He smiled. He intended to keep it just as it was - hard and flat. ****** Frank thought back on his conversation with Jess. He hoped his insight and advice was helpful to his son. And he felt that he'd kept his promise to Dale to stay out of their business. He may be fourteen years old; but he was still a parent. And when your child is in pain? He'd offered his ear to his daughter before. But now? Now it was a little different. Frank had ended his counsel with Jess by leaving the door open. He'd told Jess that if he needed any 'manly' advice in the future to just ask. And the big man had agreed. Frank felt sleep upon him as he stretched out on his bed. Tomorrow would be another day. Another day of life in their new world. Chapter Five He missed the sex too Charley and the Menendez brothers sped their way down the highway looking for a place to spend the night. They thought it better to hide out off the main drag. Even though no one knew who they really were due to the switch and it had been nearly six weeks since they left prison they thought it best not to risk getting caught. So went the workings of their paranoid criminal minds. ****** It was near midnight when Jess finally decided to go to bed. It had been a somewhat draining day he thought as he undressed in his bedroom. Dale was asleep back in her own bedroom. It saddened Jess as he looked at his empty bed. He missed having her close to him at night. He missed the sex too. He would take care of his physical need before he went to sleep for the night. ****** Erik got out of the car at the end of the long driveway without slamming the door. He'd been elected to check out the ranch at the top of the hill. It was two a. m. and the place was dark. Charley and Erik's brother waited in the car while he scoped out the situation. Erik walked up the blacktop driveway in the still dark quiet of the night. He saw no lights anywhere. He heard no dogs either. That would have been bad; a dog. It's barking would have tipped of any occupants inside that he was nosing around outside. Erik walked as silently as possible around the large ranch styly house. He didn't see any indication that the house was occupied. He tried the front door and found that it was locked. He went back to the car. "I can't tell if the place is empty or not Charley," said Erik. "But I guess we could check it out further if we broke in," he added. Charley nodded. Erik looked at his brother in the back seat; he was nodding his head in agreement. They left the car at the end of the long driveway and started to walk up towards the house. Occupied or not they were going to get some sleep. Erik and his brother went around back while Charley quietly broke one of the windows facing the front and let himself in. Charley heard the Menendez brothers arguing about who was going to go in first through the back door. He shook his head and wondered why he had decided to hook up with those two losers. Charley made his way through the dark house to the kitchen in the back and let them in. "Will you two mother fuckers shut up! You want to wake people up?" he whispered angrily. The glare in his eyes could be clearly seen by the glowing moonlight as he looked at the two brothers. "Sorry, Charley," whispered Erik. "Yeah, me too," whispered his brother. Charley was not appeased so easily. "You two will do what I say and when I say it or I'll slit your throats myself," he said in heated whispered tones. And Charley thought, 'It would be fun, too.' Both the brothers nodded but said nothing. They were sure Charley meant what he said. "Now let's all stick together and check this place out. You got it?" Charley demanded. "Yeah. We got it Charley," said Erik solemnly. "Alright, then let's get going," he said. ****** Clarence could not believe his good fortune. It was past five a. m. and the woman he was having sex with was insatiable! Over the past few weeks Clarence discovered that he had groupies. Much like the lead singer in a rock band they loitered about the front gates of the White House. Clarence really didn't understand the whole groupie mentality; but the woman that he finally chose was gorgeous. He didn't really care if she had a screw loose or not. He was screwing her! And for the sixth time tonight Clarence pounded into the woman as she moaned and squealed. He couldn't believe the feelings that his body was sending him. Sex as a man was fantastic! All the power! His six foot four physique towered over the small woman. As soon as their eyes met he knew that she would be willing to accomadate him and his needs. Clarence wasted no time picking up the woman in his arms and carrying her to his bed. God! She was beautiful! He couldn't take his eyes off of her as he undressed before her. And now here he was for the sixth time giving her the orgasm of her life! She came as she lay under him while he pounded his still hard flesh into her soft insides. Clarence wanted more and he pumped faster as he felt his own orgasm about to explode. Momentarily, Clarence was spent and he found that his partner was fast asleep. He rolled off of her and lay on his back. He soon fell asleep as he contem- plated what to do with the woman in the morning. ****** They'd found not a soul in the lower levels of the house and assumed if anyone was in the house they were most likely sleeping upstairs. That was fine with them. They would sleep too for a bit and then in the morning things here would be different. Charley took the sofa in the living room and he ordered the two brothers to find places nearby. And for awhile the brothers slept. But Charley couldn't get to sleep. His paranoid mind wouldn't let him fall asleep without his medication. He didn't realize that his illness, which was psychological and not organic, had went with him when he'd switched bodies with the guard. Charley laid on the sofa and thought about the next day. ****** Daybreak came early as it usually does at the ranch. It would be another pleasant day in sunny California. Frank awoke first as he usually did these past weeks since they'd all been living together in the ranch. He got dressed and brushed his teeth. He groaned at the sight of a new zit that appeared on his face. There was something espechially cruel he decided about having to go through puberty twice. Frank sighed and went downstairs to make some coffee. When Frank entered the kitchen he discovered Charley and his companions sitting at the kitchen table with guns in their hands. He froze where he stood. "Good morning, son," said Charley, his eyes taking in the young Frank where he stood. Frank said nothing. He just continued to look at the men that had made themselves at home in his house. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue,punk?" he shouted when Frank didn't respond. Frank shook his head in the negative. "Well, I said good morning to you!" he shouted again. "Go-good morning," Frank finally managed to muster as he begun to shake. "That's better," said Charley as he looked at Eric and his brother. "Now tell me. Who's upstairs?" he said in a menacing tone that was not lost on Frank. "Just, just me and my sister," replied Frank as his eyes looked at the gun in Charley's hands. "Ju-just you and your sister,huh?" mimicked Charley. Frank nodded. He hoped that someone upstairs heard Charley shouting and took appropriate actions. "Please don't hurt us!" Frank shouted loudly. "We're not going to hurt you, son. Although we may have some fun with that sister of yours. Tell me is she pretty?" asked Charley as his companions laughed and made lewd comments. "If anyone gets to her before I do they will not live to regret it!" hollered Charley at his partners. Startled into silence the brothers nodded. "Now, where were we? Oh, yeah! Is your sister pretty?" Charley asked again. He really wanted to know. It had been awhile since he had sex. Decent sex anyway if you didn't count the woman that they had kidnapped and held hostage in her own house in San Francisco. 'Raping her had been a gas! ' thought Charley. But the woman hadn't been very attractive to him. Frank watched Charley's eyes and realized that the man was insane. He shook as he stood there in his kitchen looking at the three men. Who were they? Where had they come from? And what did they want? Dale had awakened to the sounds of loud voices as she laid in her upstairs bedroom. She couldn't quite make out the words so she went to the door and opened it. She stood for a few minutes listening to what was being said downstairs. "I'm not going to ask you again, boy! Tell me. Is your sister pretty?" hollered Charley. "Um, yeah, I guess so," responded Frank as he trembled. "Is she a blonde or brunette?" asked Erik. Seething with anger Charley hollered at Erik. "You shut the fuck up, fuckhead! She's mine! You two don't touch her unless I say so!" he said, as he waved his gun about. "Yeah, Charley," said Erik. "We know that!" "Well, you better get it through your fucking heads because she's mine!" he repeated. Dale was shaking as she stood at her bedroom doorway and listened. She quickly threw on a tee shirt and a pair of jeans as quietly as possible. She then darted across the hall and went into Jess' bedroom and closed the door behind her. "Jess!" she whispered as she made her way towards his bed. He was fast asleep. She quickly bent over and shook his heavy torso. "Wake up, Jess!" she said. "Some men are in the house downstairs with Frank!" she explained. Jess who had got to bed late did not take too well to being woke so early. He mumbled something unintelligable as she continued to shake him. "Jess! Wake up!" she said again in hushed tones. "You have to wake up!" "Wha- what is it?" he asked with his eyes still closed. "Wake up will you? Your father is in trouble downstairs!" she said. Jess opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. It took him a moment to realize that Dale was in his bedroom. "Wake up Jess! We don't have much time!" she said. Jess turned and looked at Dale standing beside his bed. "What's wrong Dale?" he asked her. "I've been trying to tell you Jess! There are men downstairs! Frank is in trouble! We've got to help him!" she said, breathing quickly as she spoke. "And they want to rape me!" she added. Jess sat up in bed and looked at Dale. The terrified look on Dale's face told him his nightmare had come true! He quietly got out of bed naked and put on the same pair of jeans he'd had on the day before. He didn't bother with a shirt. "Dale I want you to find a place to hide and don't come out for nothing!" he said as he grabbed his gun from out underneath his bed. "Where do you want me to hide, Jess?" she asked, as she watched Jess checking the pistol to see if it was still loaded. She wasn't all that familiar with the nooks and crannies of his father's ranch house. Jess lifted his head up and looked at the ceiling for a brief moment. Where could he tell Dale to hide? "In my father's bedroom above his closet on the left hand side is a hidden crawl space Dale. I'll help you get up there before I go downstairs," he said. Dale's eyes got big when Jess mentioned the fact he intended to go downstairs. With a gun! But she also knew they had no choice. She nodded. "Let's go," said Jess as he slowly walked towards his bedroom door. Chapter Six It felt better in his hands Clarence woke with a smile on his handsome face. Even as a woman he'd never had such wonderful sex! And for such a long time! He looked over at the sleeping woman next to him. 'She was fun to have around' he thought. Clarence sat up in bed and shook the woman gently. He wanted more sex. ****** Jess opened the door slowly and heard voices coming from downstairs. They exited his bedroom and went into Frank's bedroom and closed the door. They made their way over to the closet and open the door. Jess peered in and looked up to his left to make sure it was still there. It was. Jess thought it was some kind of design flaw in the layout of the bedroom wall between Frank's bedroom and the bathroom out in the hall. His father had used it in the past to hide his mother's jewelry. It was completely hidden once clothing and other things had been put into place on the shelf above their heads. Jess pointed up at the small opening and Dale nodded. It was actually a crawl space opening left on purpose for access to the plumbing of the bathroom on the other side of the wall. Jess cleared away his fathers folded sweaters and other clothing he had neatly stacked on the shelf. He turned to Dale as he continued to listen to the voices from downstairs. They were actually arguing about who was going to get to 'do' Dale first! Jess gave Dale a look that said it all. "I'm going to lift you up and I want you to crawl into that opening," he instructed her. "There's not much room in there," he said, "but you should fit," Jess looked at Dale one last time and grabbed her about the waist from behind. He hoisted her quickly up to the shelf and Dale grabbed hold of it. She pulled herself towards the opening. Jess then lifted her legs up so that she lay completely on the shelf. Now it was up to her to get herself into the cubby hole and hide! Jess watched Dale as she snaked her way into the small opening and disappeared. He then got busy and neatly put all of his father's clothes back into place. The opening could no longer be seen. Jess took a deep breath and took his gun out from where he'd tucked it inside his jeans. It felt better in his hands. ****** Clarence showered and shaved his face. He felt great! And for the first time in a long time he wasn't at odds with his body. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His dark features that so reminded him of his betrayers didn't bother him anymore. He took a deep breath and watched his great chest rise and fall. He brought a hand up and ran it through the wiry dense dark hair on his chest. 'It felt somehow strange still to have this mat of fur,' he thought. But it was a small price to pay for the great sex he'd experienced last night. Clarence thought back to his late night romp and smiled. He was looking forward to someone new tonight. ****** Jess wasn't really sure just how he was going to take out the strangers that had let themselves in; but take them out he was! He stood at the top of the stairs and listened to the conversation. "Well, Charley. What are we going to do here just wait for her to come down the stairs?" asked Eric, as he looked at Frank. Frank had not moved at all since this all started. He so badly wanted to run! 'If only he'd had a gun!' he thought to himself. But as he looked at his captors he realized that they had found both his rifle and his hand gun. Charley, Frank noticed; had brought his gun with him. There was no other gun in the house except the one that Jess owned. Frank prayed that his son heard all the rukus and was doing something about it. Jess was still standing at the top of the stairs which was the only way up to the second level of the house. Normally from the kitchen area you couldn't be seen coming down the stairs. You had to walk through the dining area to enter the kitchen. But this course of action only had one thing wrong with it. Jess couldn't be sure that his 'guests' would stay put and not discover him coming down the stairs. No. He would have to surprise them some other way. Jess turned and looked through his bedroom and out the window. It was at least a fifteen foot drop to the ground below. He thought about the outdoor balcony off of his father's bedroom. No, that area was above the kitchen and they might hear his footsteps. Or see him jump! Jess turned and went into his bedroom and closed the door. He examined the window and slowly opened it. It made little or no noise. Jess looked at the screen. The screen was now the only barrier to the outside world. He tucked the gun inside his pants and took a deep breath. He put his right hand onto the screen and pushed as he closed his fingers upon it. It was easy enough to do. The screen gave way at the upper left hand corner and Jess pulled it the rest of the way out of it's frame as quietly as possible. Jess turned and looked at his bedroom door once more. It was still closed. He could still hear muffled voices from downstairs. Jess put both of his hands on either side of the window and hoisted himself up. He lifted his legs up and put them through the window. He lowered himself down quickly. He checked his gun. It was still secure inside of his jeans. Jess edged his broad shoulders out of the window and looked down. 'At least fifteen feet maybe even twenty'he said to himself. But at least there was grass where he was about to land. Jess counted to three and pushed himself out the window! He landed on his feet and rolled hard onto the grass. His gun come from underneath his jeans and it lay on the grass a few feet from where he laid. He took a deep breath. He'd made it! And he had no broken bones. His ankles hurt a little, but nothing major. 'Not like doing squats! 'he thought to himself with a smile. Jess sat up quickly and picked up his gun. He crouched on the ground to avoid being seen through any of the windows. He would make his way towards the kitchen windows that faced the back and look in. "I'm tired of waiting for her to come down the stairs!" shouted Charley. He wasn't realizing that anyone with a sane mind wouldn't go downstairs. So Charley finally decided to go up. "You two stay down here and watch the kid!" he said. "While I go upstairs and get some!" "Whatever you say, Charley," said Erik, not wanting to cross him. Jess peeked in as Charley left the kitchen and went upstairs. He decided to give Charley a minute or two to make it upstairs. Jess could see his father standing in the kitchen with two other men who were seated at the kitchen table. He knew he could get a clear shot at one of them; but the other man was a problem. "Hey kid! Where's the toilet?"asked Erik. "Through that door," nodded Frank. "You wouldn't be trying to pull anything now would you?" asked Erik. Frank shook his head. "No!" he said, "it's through that door and down the hall next to the laundry room." "Watch him close!" he said to his brother as he got up and went towards the doorway. Jess watched through the kitchen window as he sat on bended knees. Erik opened the door and disappeared down the adjoining hallway. Jess brought his gun up to the window and got Erik's brother in his sights. He had a clean shot. Frank jumped when he saw the side of his head explode. Suddenly there was blood everywhere and Jess was hollering for him to run through the broken window. Frank shook himself and ran for the back door. Jess met his father outside and they both ran around to the front of the house. Charley who had been searching for Dale upstairs had no luck in finding her despite his repeated requests for her to come out. He heard the gunshot and cursed. Charley ran down the stairs and found Erik crying over the dead body of his brother. "What the fuck happened, you moron?" he shouted at Erik. "I don't know Charley. I went to the bathroom and while I was in there I heard a gun shot," replied Erik through sobs. "Where's the kid?" he asked. "I don't know that either," he said. "Well, he couldn't have just disappeared! And by the looks of that window he had help," shouted Charley. "Come on, let's go!" ordered Charley. "But, my brother!" cried Erik. "He's dead, mother fucker!" shouted Charley. "Now let's go!" Charley grabbed at Erik trying to pull him to his feet. "We've got to get out of here, you idiot! Before whoever it was gets help! Now let's go!" yelled Charley. "No," shouted Erik, "not without my brother!" "He's dead!" repeated Charley. 'God damn it!' thought Charely. 'This asshole is going to get me killed yet!' Charley brought his hand gun up and shot Erik in the back killing him almost instantly. Jess was hiding in the thick bushes that had been planted along the front of the house. He sent his father off to get help and Jess could still make out his gangly form as he ran. He was nearly at the end of their quarter mile long driveway when he heard the shot ring out from inside the house. He'd nearly jumped out of his skin; but he remained hiding behind the bushes. He took a deep breath and looked for his father. Jess could no longer see him. Charley picked up both the hand gun and the rifle that the brothers had been using. They would no longer be needing them. He stuffed the second hand gun inside his belt of his pants and ran out of the house with the rifle in his hands. Charley was going to Los Angeles! "Hold it right there!" shouted Jess as he popped up from behind the bushes pointing his hand gun at Charley's back. Charley never missed a beat. He slowed down his running to a fast walk and turned around. He brought his shot gun up and aimed it at Jess. Jess had another clean shot. Jess ran towards the man as he lay on the driveway. He'd shot the man in the chest and he wanted to be sure he was dead. As he approached he kicked the rifle away from the man and grabbed the two hand guns from underneath his belt. The man was still alive! Jess knelt down beside the dying man. He wasn't sure why. But then the man opened his eyes and looked at Jess. The dying man grimaced as he spoke. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked, as he rolled his head back and forth on the blacktop. His arms were moving about slightly as if he might try to get up. Jess held him to the ground. "Lay still," Jess told him, "help is on the way." The bleeding man just chuckled. "Nobody wants to help me," he said adamantly. "Now why's that?" asked Jess. "Fuck you! Who the fuck are you anyway?!" he said angrily. "My father owns this ranch," Jess said, as he continued to watch the man writhing on the driveway. "Is there anyone I can call for you?" asked Jess. "The phones are working now," he added. Charley smiled. "I told you. Nobody wants to help me," he said. Jess didn't understand. It was plain the man wasn't going to live too much longer. His heart went out to the man's family. "At least tell me your name?" asked Jess gently. There was a brief pause as the dying man considered Jess' request. He smiled softly with his eyes closed as he lay there dying. "The name's Manson. Charles Manson," he said, as he took his last breath. ****** Clarence worked hard throughout the day. He worked hard at keeping the lascivious thoughts of the women who were working around him from getting his work done! Today he'd ordered ten thousand more men from each of the world's countries into direct service. Male or not before the switch; the new world government wanted your balls. And it got them! Clarence chuckled. In the past seven weeks or so he'd managed to get some sort of order in the world. He turned the telephones back on in the United States. Soon they would be on in other parts of the world as well. People were starting to get back to somewhat normal existances. The chaos that had reigned for so long was abating. Oh, there still were problems. In Africa the bloodshed continued as cival war broke out in many areas. This was just one of the reasons Clarence wanted a true United Army to stop such senseless loss of life. And the Chinese had agreed to relax it's tight grip on it's people. The true surprise to Clarence was Australia. The people there continued to embrace whatever life had to throw at them. He thought it might possibly have something to do with Australia's ancient history of having been a penal colony in the past. The people had to fight for their very survival. Excluding Australia's native people most all of them descended from criminal ancestors. And Clarence thought as soon as the phones are working everywhere it would be time to start the next stage of his plan. ****** Jess knelt beside the dead man for a moment stunned. He looked at the blue eyed handsome man with black hair; he didn't recognize him. Everyone knew who Charles Manson was. Espechially if you lived in California. Every so often when he came up for possible parole he would be back in the papers. He would always get turned down of course. But not anymore. Now he was dead and so were his buddies. Jess wondered who the other two were. He doubted he would ever find out. Jess got to his feet as he continued to look at what had become of such a notorious criminal. He knew the man had been insane. And Jess was surprised he had crossed paths with the man. He thought of Dale and quickly went back inside the house. "Dale!"shouted Jess, as he bolted up the stairs. "I'm coming!" Jess shortly reached the closet that he had hid Dale in. He quickly grabbed the clothing from the shelf and threw it onto the floor. "Dale!" he shouted again. "Are you alright? Answer me!" "I'm alright, Jess," she said from inside her hiding place in a shaking voice. "It's alright!" Jess said, "you can come on out!" Jess inched his way eagerly towards the opening in search of Dale. He could see her as she lay curled up inside the crawl space. "Come out Dale!" he repeated, wondering why she hadn't started to make her way out. "It's not that easy, Jess," she said. "What do you mean?" he asked her. "I'm stuck," she said. "What? What do you mean you're stuck?" he said. "I can't move, Jess," she said "Are you hurt? Did you hurt yourself getting in there?" he asked. "No, I'm fine, really. It's just that getting in here is a helluva lot easier that getting back out it would seem," she explained. "Don't worry I'll have you out of there soon," he said. Jess stepped back and looked at the small hole he had helped Dale crawl into. It was above the wooden shelf on the left hand side of the closet. Which meant that Jess could not reach very easily into the opening and help Dale out. "Dale, I'm going to have to knock this shelf down so I can get up there and get you out. OK?" he said, as he began to remove his father's old clothes that still hung from the rod below the shelf. "OK," she said. Jess removed the last of the clothing and put them on his father's bed. He turned back and looked at the shelf. It was a standard half inch thick board nailed to one by twos on either end. "Dale, I'm about to make a lot of noise. OK?" he said. "OK," she replied, as she braced herself inside her hiding place. Jess walked over to the closet and positioned himself near the left side of the shelf. He made a two handed fist. He counted to three and brought his fists up as hard as he possibly could. The board dislodged some from it's housing, but not all the way. Jess hit it again and the board gave way with a loud cracking sound as it was lodged loose from its support. He repeated the process for the right side of the closet and tore the board out of the closet. "You OK in there?" he said, after he got the board down and out of the closet. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "Get me outta' here would you?" "Just a minute, Dale. I have to get a chair," he said. "Oh, alright," she said, somewhat impatiently. Jess went over to his father's desk and brought the chair over to the closet. He positioned himself on top of the chair in a somewhat crouching position and looked at Dale. She hadn't moved since he started to 'dig her out'. He reached in with a hand and forced her uppermost foot up and out of the hole. Realizing that she was pinned Jess held up her leg with his free hand and pulled her other leg free. With both legs now free Dale stretched her legs and began to crawl back out with Jess' help. Once Dale was free from the confines of her safe haven she turned and threw herself into Jess' arms. Jess held her and he never wanted to let go. She eventually looked up and into his eyes. She kissed him hard on the lips. She was still shaking when they broke their kiss. "Look, I've done some thinking while I was hiding in there hearing shots being fired!" she said, "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch." "It's alright, really," he said, as he smiled and continued to hold her in his arms. "Are you sure?" she asked him. "I'm sure," he replied, as he brought his lips close to hers and kissed her again. Chapter Seven Sex, lies and videotape It didn't take a brain surgeon to put two and two together. When the Larsons told the authorities who one of the dead claimed to be they'd figured it out. The features of the three dead men matched those of a guard and two inmates missing from a maximum security prison since the switch. The government hadn't moved too quickly in identifying all of the prisoners held in the state's facilities. But they did know how many should be in each facility. There were thousands of them; and unfortunately it just wasn't a priority yet to identify them. Or was that still? It took a better part of the day for the proper authorities to arrive and remove the bodies and interview everyone. That day would live on in all who had been present that day at the ranch. It would take a long time before any of them could get it out of their minds. Let alone calm down. But the one bright spot of that awful day was when the telephone rang. It was for Dale. The telephone rang during their interview with the police and Jess answered it. "Honey, it's for you," he said, as he put the phone down on the kitchen counter. Dale's heart began to pound. She knew who it must be. She'd only given out the telephone number to one person. She picked up the telephone and put it to her ear. "Hello?" she said. "Hi Dale, it's me," said a high pitched voice on the other end of the telephone line. Dale caught her breath. She had no idea who 'me' was. "Who is this?" she asked the voice on the telephone. "It's me, Andrew," said the voice. Dale let out her breath and gulped. "Andrew! What's happened to you?" she asked him; still not sure if it was a male or a female that she was talking to. "I'm alright, Dale! Let me first say that," Andrew said. "I'm so relieved!" said Dale. "Is everything alright?" she asked as she looked at Jess who was back sitting with the police officers at the kitchen table. "Well," said Andrew," I've definitely changed since the last time we saw each other!" "That's a big surprise!" she said, as she looked at her own chest. "I've lost not only my body; but Miranda too," Andrew said. "What?" said Dale. "When I woke up I found myself in the body of our next door neighbor's daughter. I guess we're sisters now, Dale," she said sighing. "Just how old are you now, Andrew?" asked Dale. "I'm fifteen. Rebecca was all of fifteen," she said. "I see," said Dale. "And Miranda?" she added. "All I know is when I went running back to our house to find her I found her body on the kitchen floor unconcious," she said. And after a pause Andrew added, "She's dead - Dale." Stunned, Dale was speechless. "Dale? Are you there? Hello?" she said. Dale sighed. "I'm sorry Andrew. I really am. I liked Miranda a lot," Dale said. "I know you did, buddy. I know you did," she replied. "So what are you going to call yourself?" asked Dale. "Andi, of course!" she replied. "Really?" said Dale. "Yeah, why not? You're keeping your name. Why can't I keep mine?" she asked. "But I've never met any women named Andi," admitted Dale. "Well, you have now," she said adamantly. "And besides, haven't you ever heard of that actress Andie McSomething? She was in that move 'sex,lies and videotape' years ago," she explained. "I think her name is McDowell," said Dale. "Whatever," said Andi, "but I'm keeping my name." "Hold on, Andi. There's someone I want you to talk to," she said. "Sure, I suppose," said Andi. Dale put her hand over the phone and looked at Jess. He was speaking with one of the police detectives. She managed to catch his eye and she nodded at the phone. "Jess, I'd like you to speak to my brother. " Dale said. Jess gave the detective a look and then looked at Dale. "Now?" he said. Dale nodded. Jess looked at the detective for a moment. The man nodded and Jess got up from the table and went to the telephone. ****** Clarence to his credit at least slowed down with his nightly conquests of the female persuasion. He kept the same woman around until he was no longer interested. It may be a day or it may be a week or two. But no one was more surprised than Clarence by his appetite for sex. Tonight it was a leggy blonde. The only prerequisite that Clarence had was that a woman had to have always been just that; a woman. Call it narrow minded of him but Clarence was in search of a queen. His queen. ****** "Hello?" said Jess, unsure of what else to say. "Hello," said Andi. "Who is this?" she added. Jess paused for a moment and looked at Dale. Her expression told him he'd been set up. "My name is Jess, Jess Larson," he replied. There was a pause on the line. "You sound just like my brother used to," she finally said. Jess sighed heavily. He owed Dale one! "Well, I look just like Dale used to too," he added as he gave Dale a look. She stood grinning at him from ear to ear as Jess continued his conversation with her 'brother'. "What!" said Andi. "Um, yeah. I have your brother's body and he has mine," explained Jess. Jess eyed the detectives that sat at the kitchen table. Neither of the men seemed at all interested in his personal revelation. 'He so owed her one! 'he thought. "So, my brother finally found the right woman for himself and it turns out to be himself!"declared Andi. Jess wasn't at all sure how to respond to that remark. It appeared to be so very loaded with family history. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure how to respond," he admitted. "Meaning you," she said. "In his body!" "Oh," replied Jess. "What a world!" she said. "You keeping that body of his in good shape?" she inquired. Jess