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Merry-Go-Round by Eric and Dale Prelude Beautiful young Meredith Macintyre was used to people staring at her. After all, she had been the first runner up in the Miss Massachusetts contest eight years ago when she had been twenty. But this was somehow different. She felt somehow like a small animal with a bird of prey circling overhead. Meredith looked around and saw nothing but a bustling Boston street, and yet - A watcher in the shadows smiled. The girl was perfect for their 'little' club. And maybe - but that was a thought for the future. She smiled again and it was not a nice smile. Not nice at all. But then the watcher had always thought niceness was greatly overrated. Chapter one When Meredith (Merry to her friends) got home from her job as cost manager for Johnson and Company she found her cartoonist husband Tim bubbling over with excitement. "I think I may have found us a house!" Meredith's beautiful brown eyes lit up. "Where, and how much?" "It's twenty miles outside Boston, but right on the commuter train line in the old town of Hawthorne." "I thought that was a high rent area?" "So did I! But it seems time change. Anyway, it's a rehab - a townhouse, and we won't have to pay taxes on it for ten years! It seems the town is again losing residents and they're looking for young professionals to move in. Also, the real estate firm owner is a fan of my comic book hero 'Mr. Amazing!' and he dropped the price by a third if I will allow my name in the town advertising." He grinned, and his handsome face gave him the look of a mischievous smile. "Can you believe it? They want to put up signs at the town entrance: 'HOME OF MR. AMAZING'?" Meredith smiled indulgently at her husband's usual infectious enthusiasm. He was so damned cute and charming. It reminded her of why she married him and still loved him so much. "OK, it does sound wonderful, dear. Let's go see it. But I am rather skeptical. It sounds almost too good to be true." Meredith was impressed. The real-estate owner himself met them at the train station. First he showed them around the charming old town. Meredith grinned when she saw a few signs saying, 'Witches Welcome Here'! The smile made her face even lovelier. It sure charmed Mr. Hampshire. Meredith grinned inside. Boy, was he checking out her long, lovely legs. When Meredith saw the house it took her breath away. "We can't afford this!" she involuntarily exclaimed. Hampshire smiled with his bluff, hardly salesman personality. "Don't worry about it. The price I quoted holds firm. Frankly, the last person who owned the house defaulted on the loan which now fell back on us. The bank isn't happy. Even selling at a loss gets if off the books and at least generates a positive rather than a negative cash flow. Frankly, not many people want to live here. It's not exciting enough for yuppies, and older people want smaller and in Florida; people with kids want a more family type house with a yard. Also, I and my wife and the Mayor are all fans of your comic, Tim. It will help the town shed a stodgy image. Hawthorne hardly has a distinguished history. The best we can be obscurely known for is that in this town we kept out heads during the witch hysteria and DIDN'T hang witches the way they did in Salem. No doubt that was unpleasant for those living there, but in the present," he gave a rueful laugh, "it's great for the tourist trade and property values there!" Meredith loved the house. Inside it was extremely up to date and well designed. It was a little larger than they needed, but that was better than too small. A major bonus was that at the top there was an artist studio. Tim was enraptured. "It's perfect, Merry!" he said, kissing her. She retuned the kiss with pleasure. She loved her husband so much. Meredith checked the paperwork and found everything Mr. Hampshire said was true. Meredith shook her head. Tax abatement and all, everything was marvelous. Tim always deferred to her on these matters as she was an MBA and an accountant, but he kept smiling and saying he loved the studio. They bought the house. A week later they were settled in. It was a little longer commute than before but she could do much of her work on the train with her laptop and it involved no more driving. Meredith even had the bright idea of selling her BEMER and saving on insurance and getting some capital as they would hardly need two cars here! Tim would drive her and pick her up from the station or if he was 'inspired' with the amazing adventures of Mr. Amazing she could take a cab or in good weather even walk. She received in an invitation from Sophia Hampshire, the wife of the mayor, for a ladies tea Saturday. Meredith was hardly thrilled, but she was determined to be on good terms with the neighbors and town elite. Since this was to be a typical female summing up, Meredith dressed with care. She looked in the mirror satisfied. She was still the same woman who had won beauty contests. She hoped the other women wouldn't hold it too much against her. Her face and figure were faultless. The makeup was right, not too much, and not too little. Meredith was impressed with Sophia's mansion. The rumor mill had it that she had married a rich old man who very considerately died soon afterwards and left her very rich. Now Sophia was married to the mayor. Meredith's eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the maid who opened Sophia's door! She was dressed as a French maid just like in the movies. She wore a short frilly skirt, net stockings, maid's cap and heels. "Madam and the others are awaiting you in the main salon, Mrs. Macintyre. My name is Mimi!" she said with a pronounced French accent. Meredith did not like the smiles that greeted her on entering. They had an almost predatory air. Sophia introduced everyone. First there was her sister in law Susan Hampshire, she was the wife of the president of the real estate company and it was her money everyone said was behind the company. Meredith immediately put her down as a bitch from her cold smile and burning eyes. Meredith put her age around 42 and she was fairly attractive with a slim figure. A woman in a sheriff's uniform as the next one introduced. "This is our esteemed sheriff, Victoria 'Tori' Bulwark." Meredith smiled politely. 'My god, the woman is an Amazon,' she noted. Tori was over 6 feet tall and heavily muscled. She would make even an NFL lineman polite around her. Meredith found out later her husband was an over the road truck driver. She didn't blame him for wanting to get away! Then came Natalie Greenwood. She was the Town's head librarian. Natalie was maybe a few years older than Meredith. She was an average looking woman with intelligent eyes. She smiled kindly and said, "It's so nice to meet you, Meredith! I've already met your husband. He loves the library! You're so lucky! I find Tim a real charmer." Meredith smiled and thanked her. She sure wasn't worried about this woman stealing Tim away from her! Besides Tim being rock faithful, Natalie hardly could compete with her! Susan spoke and her voice was cold and hard. "Our dear Natalie's family is Hawthorne's oldest - they founded the town." Natalie laughed, "Please don't hold that against me, Meredith, especially if you have problems with the narrow streets." Meredith laughed back. "Careful, Merry," Sophia said with a laugh, "once Natalie starts talking about her family history, she won't quit." Mimi served them tea and some mouth watering desserts. It seemed Mimi's husband was Sophia's French chef. Then Sophia leaned confidently forward. "Meredith, we would like you to join our amusing little club." "Oh?" said Meredith, wondering how she was going to get out of it. She hated bridge! But she was fooled and her mouth dropped when Sophia said, "All the women here including our dear sexy French Maid are in it. Once a month we swap husbands." Meredith looked at them. They were serious! 'Welcome to Puritan New England,' she thought! Meredith cleared her throat and politely refused. It did not go down well. But nothing more was said about the club. Later, when Tim asked her how it went, Merry never told him about their offer. It would just go to his head. A few days later, Meredith and Tim's house was broken into. They had come home after he picked her up at the train depot to find the door had been smashed in. Meredith cried - her inland ivory grooming set from her grandmother was stolen as well as her jewelry. Her laptop was gone, as well as a TV and Tim's baseball card collection. She sure hoped the thieves wouldn't be able to crack her laptop's security, as important financial information as well as her private diary was on it. When Tori came out to investigate, she was apologetic. "Burglaries are unusual here. We'll do out best to recover your stuff. Just be glad that your house wasn't trashed like they sometimes are by robbers." Meredith hardly felt better knowing the criminals were well behaved. As Tori walked around the house, she turned to Merry and told her that she thought Tim was very handsome. She wondered what he would be like in bed, and wished Merry would change her mind. Merry said nothing but glared at Tori as she leered at her unsuspecting hubby. Three evenings later, it was the first night of the full moon. Merry loved it, as the full moon always brought the romantic out in Tim. They ended the wonderful evening cuddled together under the sheets. Merry felt happy, little realizing this was going to be the last normal evening she might ever have. The next morning Meredith woke up but she wasn't in her own room. What the - She looked into an expensive mirror. IMPOSSIBLE! Somehow she was in Sophia's overripe blonde haired body! Chapter 2 Meredith looked over at Sophia's (now her) husband. He was about fifty. He was still somewhat handsome and distinguished, but was developing a pot belly. She thought of her Tim and wanted to scream, "I've been robbed!" She didn't, but the thought of Sophia in bed with Tim was chilling. She wanted to say something, ask - Bob - something, but couldn't! It was like her mouth was welded shut. But she knew his name and how much she - Sophia was tired of him. She hated this new older body and the thought of Sophia in hers made her murderous. At breakfast (which was croissant and coffee) served by a knowing Mimi, she noticed the maid winking knowingly at her. That was odd, she thought. She began to notice Mimi was acting differently, not her usual perky self, but a little petulant and surly. She realized it wasn't Mimi behind those flirty Gallic eyes. Meredith guessed it might be Tori, who had the same kind of lewd, vulgar behavior. "Don't forget, Sophia dear, that you have tea with the league of woman voters at 2," said her new husband. "Now, for god's sake, be sober!" With an alien voice Meredith found herself answering, "Yes, dear." Bob leaned over, kissed her, and quickly pinched her boobs before he walked out with the swagger of a career politician. Later she tried to question Mimi who only smiled widely, winked and said, "Someone will tell you the rules soon, 'Madam'." She hated dressing this older body. It was a very poor trade for her real one. Sophia was about 15 years older, a few inches shorter, and a bit chunkier than she had been. She wasn't grotesquely overweight, but was a full-figured gal. Bob seemed to like the package (whenever he wasn't having fun with Mimi), but she did not. In Sophia's Mercedes convertible, she drove too fast to her own house. A cop started to chase her but backed off when he recognized the car. At her own door she hammered on it and heard giggling voices coming down the stairs. Her blood ran cold. The door opened and there standing blatantly in the doorway was HERSELF - her own tall beautiful body looking down at this short one. The false Meredith had her arm around Tim, who of course was oblivious to any change. It was obvious they had come from having sex. Meredith wanted to claw that smug smile from the impostor's beautiful stolen face but it was her own face would be scratching, plus the fact that Sophia in her body could kick the shit out of Meredith in this one. "Why, it's Mrs. Van der Beck! Tim, I'd like you to meet our mayor's wife, Sophie Van der Beck," the false Meredith said as she turned to 'her' husband, smiling. "Nice to met you, Mrs. Van der Beck," said Tim. They shook hands. It was agony for Meredith. Tim did not lie very well. The real Meredith could tell he considered her without charm and hated to be interrupted while in bed with his beautiful wife. Meredith glanced at the impostor who winked back, gloating. "To what do we owe the honor of this call on a Saturday morning, Sophia?" "It's important that we talk!" said Meredith through Sophia's gritted teeth. "It's about the club." "Oh, very well. Tim, what time do you want to start work on your new opus, 'Mr. Amazing against The Terrorist from Titan'?" Meredith wondered how the impostor knew this. "Oh, about ten, I guess," came the reply. He squeezed his wife's slender waist and kissed her behind the ear and 'Meredith' giggled, pleased. "How about if we meet for coffee in your house around 10:30? Will that be okay, Sophia?" Too overcome to speak, the present Sophia nodded. The handsome young married couple shut the door in her face. The short woman on the other side heard them giggling. "Ready to go back to bed, lover?" purred her own silky voice. "You bet!" came Tim's enthusiastic response. Crying, the real Merry ran back to Sophia's car. What could she do? If she said anything Tim wouldn't believe her! Hell, she hardly believed it herself and also she somehow felt that she COULDN'T say anything. The time crawled. Then with an ironic voice Mimi said, "Mrs. Macintyre, Mrs. Van der Beck." Meredith's former body came gracefully into the sitting room. She looked spectacular! Meredith's heart sank...what if this was forever? Would she ever get her real, beautiful body back, would she ever be in Tim's arms again? The new Meredith was dressed in a black leather miniskirt, a red silk blouse and sexy black thigh high boots with spike heels. She smiled Meredith's charming smile, which then turned to one of smugness. She sat and crossed her boot clad, world class legs. "Sophia, I want my body back!" shouted Meredith. The beautiful woman got back up and admired her world class beauty in the mirror. She laughed. "I imagine you do. But I'm not Sophia." "I suppose you're going to tell me you're 'Meredith'!" said the real Merry scornfully. "Don't play stupid games with me!" "No, I'm not. I'm not Sophie. She's...elsewhere. I'm here to explain the rules of our harmless little club, 'SOPHIA'. I am the only one who can. The rest of you are under a gees to keep it secret." "I want my body back now, you bitch!" "And if you don't get it you're going to do what?" She laughed cruelly at the true Meredith's silence. "That's what I thought. Now listen. The first night of the full moon, our little club switch bodies and LIVES with each other. Isn't that right 'Mimi'?" The French maid in the short skirt and net stockings dipped a curtsy. "Oui, madam Macintyre." "The selection is random, even we don't know who will become whom. The switch lasts only six days!" "Six days!" exploded Meredith. "I'm expected to live as Sophia and maybe have sex with her husband for six days?" The fake Meredith grinned. "Bingo! Now none of us can do anything too different from the woman we now are. Also, when you become the charming Mimi you will speak French, and clean and serve." At her mention, Mimi added, "Also put up with 'my' hot tempered chef of a husband, but in compensation this body is young and loves sex." Then the present Meredith grinned wickedly at the original. "By the way, I really loved having sex with MY Tim this morning!" She sighed. "He is all I hoped he would be and more. He is so charming! He loves ME so very much!" The real Meredith started crying, then sobbed, "But what about my job, you evil bitch. You can't do my job!" "Of course I can," the fake laughed Meredith's own tinkling laugh, then went on to discuss Merry's work flawlessly. "It's another part of the spell. And the spell works for all of us. For example, think of the tea you are going to host at 2." Meredith did, and knew how she would chair it and who would be there and how they would have to be treated. Meredith's true self smiled cruelly. "Relax and enjoy the ride, Sophia. There's nothing you can do about it. Tis true, tis a pity." "Who are you?" "Now that would be telling. Well, I can't sit here chanting all day. I have to go home and make my husband Tim his lunch." She grinned lasciviously. "Who knows, maybe we will have desert!" Gracefully she left, the heels of Merry's former boots clicking a graceful tune. 'Sophie' sobbed with her hands over her middle aged face. She thought about whoever was in her body. The woman acted like she was in charge of 'the club'. If it wasn't the real Sophia, then who was it? That icy bitch Susan was her main suspect, but it could have been the real Mimi, Tori, or even Natalie. Merry ended up hosting the tea party. It was just as dull as she imagined it would be. It became obvious that her part was to smile at her guests and hold Bob's hand. Her sister-in-law Susan was in attendance with her husband John, or at least whoever was in Susan's body at the moment. She lacked the normal icy demeanor. From Sophia's memories, Merry knew that Susan looked down on her sister-in-law, while Sophia was more attracted to John than her real husband. Not that Merry blamed her. Over the next six days, Merry had to give her new husband sex twice. She assumed this was part of the spell, as she would have never touched him normally. Also, the next morning she woke up with a hangover. She had drank way too much the night before. Shit! As Sophia she had a drinking problem! She had to watch herself every night from having too much to drink! As painful as it was, she couldn't resist spying on 'Meredith' and Tim. She saw them kiss goodbye at the railway station every morning and often at night he would pick the false Meredith up and they would go off to Tim's car with their arms around each other. That idiot Tim didn't notice anything, damn him! She cried herself to sleep. Her new husband just slept through it. Somehow, she got through the week. Merry swore no matter what it took, she'd get revenge on the witch who did this to her! But who was she? Chapter 3 If, and as far as Meredith was concerned it was a BIG if, what she had been told by the false Meredith this should be her last night as Sophia and tomorrow she would have her own body and life back. She sighed. It was true; you don't appreciate what you have until you lose it. God, but she missed her own beautiful body and Tim. As far as Meredith was concerned, none of the women in the club had lives that were at all attractive, no greener grass there, only crab grass or weeds. Meredith fell off the wagon and had too much to drink. As she lay in bed she cried a little and for the first time in years she prayed. Please God! Let me wake up as me tomorrow as myself and stop these horrible changes! The next morning, Meredith woke up to the most welcome sound in the world, the sound of an alarm clock. Her own alarm clock! She was in her own bed, in her own beautiful, young body and lying next to her own husband. And there was no hangover! She ran delighted fingers over her own lovely flesh. 'It's great to be back!' she thought. She looked over at Tim and kissed him! She was still mad at him for not noticing that the woman in her body had been an impostor, but she still wanted a kiss. Later over breakfast she noticed Tim seemed sluggish. When she asked him why, he grinned at her with his usual charming grin, leaned over and kissed her. "Merry, you really wore me out last week. Not that I'm complaining, mind you! It was great! It was like a honeymoon all over again!" Meredith steamed inside and her fingers curled into claws. She had to find out who had stolen her body and somehow find a way to stop it from happening again at the next full moon. She got angrier still when Tim begged off driving her to the station, saying he was too tired. He had driven the false Meredith there! At work none of her co-workers noticed anything different. Was that good or bad? But Tim did pick her up at the station at least. Tomorrow was Saturday. While Tim worked on his Mr. Amazing, she would try and find out more. At work she had searched the Net and was not surprised to find out there was no factual information on body switching, just a bunch of silly web sites. Saturday morning, Meredith went to Sophia's house. An apologetic Sophia offered her tea. "Sorry, Meredith, I know how hard it was to wake up in my body. But I want you know it wasn't my idea for you to join the club. In fact, you were the only non-volunteer." "Whose idea was it then?" Meredith asked skeptically. Sophia grinned with a wan smile. "I can't tell you. Our leader has put some powerful gees on us and we can't talk about certain things. The only reason I know it was you in my body was that she told the others and me. We won't be informed again whose body you will have next. It's supposed to be random." She pressed her head. "I see you even picked up my drinking!" Meredith flushed. "Sorry. I did stop most nights." Sophia waved it away. "Not your fault. I'm just sorry you got sucked into this club of nasty bitches! The only reason I joined myself was because I was bored." She shrugged. "You probably know I'm in love with my brother-in-law John, (Susan's hubby), and I never really believed it could actually happen. I felt a little sorry for myself. I'm trapped in a loveless marriage to someone who looks at me and my money as a political asset, my sister-in-law treats me like dirt, and my only friends are the other women in the club! Some friends!" she added bitterly. "Well, I want out!" Merry exclaimed. Sophia smiled sadly. "So do I! But we can't get out. Only our leader has any real power, and she SAYS the spell is permanent. So you're now stuck with the rest. You just have to live with it. You'll get used to it. We all have. That doesn't mean we like it. For example, I really hate being Tori and Natalie. Being Susan is the best because I love her husband," she laughed sadly. "But he hates her! She's such a super bitch!" She eyed Meredith with a predatory air. "To be honest, I am looking forward to being you, young and beautiful with a handsome, loving husband." "I'm going to bring a stop to this evil merry go round of bodies!" Sophia laughed. "Good luck!" Meredith went storming out. 'Maybe the local library would have something?' she thought. 'And Natalie might be willing to help? She was far and away the nicest person in the club.' When she reached the library, Natalie smiled a wan smile upon seeing Meredith and invited her into a private office. "Let me guess, you want books on witchcraft? I expected you and have them ready. But they won't help. I've tried." "Is Susan the witch?" Meredith asked fiercely. "I can't tell you. None of us will or can. The witch because she won't, and the rest of us because we can't. I admit I was easy to talk into it." She shook her head ruefully. "Look at me, a mousy town librarian with a dull husband and life." She didn't say anything, but Meredith had to agree. Natalie wasn't just mousey, she wasn't at all attractive either. She was too thin, and had the face of a bat. Merry was wondering why they wanted Natalie? Perhaps it was that she had social position being a descendant of the town founder, and having a librarian on the town would be useful. Perhaps a variety of bodies and lives were also what the witch looked for? "Sorry I can't be of more help. You have no choice but to live with it like the rest of us." "I'm not going to! I will find a way!" "Good luck!" Natalie was right, the books were no help. They were mostly new age hokum. Merry did notice that some said for spells to work, they needed personal items owned by the victim and part of her hair. This explained the break-in. Merry bet that Tori, the person who investigated it, actually perpetrated the crime! During the week Meredith found herself growing angry with Tim. First, it was three days before he was up to sex. Also, he complained she wasn't as sweet and loving as before and stopped bringing him tasty treats to his studio when he was working! Meredith became even more furious with whoever had her body those six days. It was too weird to be jealous of - well, yourself! She visited everyone in the club in turn and every one of them denied being the witch. Some, like Tori, refused to talk to her at all. Who was lying? Meredith also couldn't decide who had stolen her body those six days. She kind of thought it might have been Mimi because of the sex and the making of those damn tasty treats. But they all also claimed they didn't know who had really been who except they had all been told she was Sophia the day they all swapped. Merry had an idea for the next full moon. She would stay in Boston that night. Maybe distance would make a difference? She told Tim she had to stay to work, and he accepted the lie. Meredith went to sleep in a hotel room and woke up in a small bed with a man with a bristling mustache. Jumping out of bed, she looked around the room. There was a set of clothes laid out for her to wear. A very sexy maid's outfit. Shit! She was Mimi! Chapter 4 Mimi's husband, now her husband for the nest six days, spoke to Merry in French as she dressed in Mimi's ridiculous outfit. "Mimi, I am most tired of living in this town working for these uncultured barbarians! They are as bad as the English. No one here speaks French, it is impossible! Why can't we move? Perhaps even return to France?" He threw up his hands. Meredith was not surprised to find herself understanding what he said with ease. It was English that was foreign to her now. This was crazy! Her head swam. She shook her new small, head with its dark curls. The answer came to her new brain. "Henri, you know we signed a binding contract. You were delighted to be paid so much and to escape the grind of ten hour days in the restaurant." He snorted with Gallic fervor and his moustache twitched. "True, Cherie. But it so degrading - we are treated so weirdly here. For example, the ridiculous uniform you are expected to wear! And sometimes you act not yourself." Meredith could not answer this. Feeling like an actor in a bad play, she dressed in Mimi's scanty uniform. Finished she looked in the mirror at the body and the clothes she would wear for six days. She saw a short, curvy, dark haired girl of perhaps twenty-five wearing black patent leather high heels, net stockings, a short frilly skirt and silly blouse. Her hair was very dark with short curls and her nose was a little too big and her skin too oily, Meredith thought critically. But at least this body was young. She sighed. Her feet hurt and Merry suspected they would all day. 'I wonder who has my body and life this week?' she wondered, but doubted she would find out. "Six days," she muttered in French. "What about six days, Mimi?" asked her husband while shaving. "Nothing important." He grabbed her harshly. "Mimi, I am most suspicious of M. Van deer Beck. Are you sure you do not make extra money by warming the pig's bed?" Meredith made herself laugh Mimi's laugh. "Of course not, Cherie. He is most repulsive to me. I admit he is sometimes too free with his hands, but what can one do?" Henri did not look entirely convinced but let her go. Meredith knew from her new memories that he was correct. Mimi had dallied with the mayor for jewelry. She shuddered. She wouldn't! She looked at Henri and hoped she wouldn't have to have sex with him. Even in Mimi's body she felt like she would be cheating on poor Tim! And the thought of Tim made her want to cry but she couldn't somehow. Who would be wearing her body and receiving Tim's love this week? Somehow she'd find a way to break this evil spell! Automatically she found herself giving a Gallic shrug and left to serve Madam her breakfast. The lazy cow was having it in her bed. As Meredith was carrying the tray, she noticed she was she was walking in the same exaggerated sexy fashion as Mimi. Yet another reason for her to hate this form! Entering the master bedroom, she saw Sophia sitting up...or her body at least. Ordinarily, Sophia had a moping sort of look on her face. Whoever was in her body now had a mean, hard glint in her eyes and a cruel smirk on her lips. She ordered the 'maid' to lay the tray down on a small table. As she was doing so, 'Sophia' walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, "So, which one of the girls are you? How do you like being the maid? I hope you like it as much as I did. Either way, just remember...your ass is mine!" To emphasize her point, Sophia pinched Meredith's butt! She laughed as Merry backed out of the room embarrassed. Meredith found herself dusting and serving the rest of that day. There was no chance to see how Tim and her impostor were getting on. Not too well, she hoped. Maybe the new Meredith would just stay in Boston, but she heard from a smiling Sophia that 'Mrs. Macintyre' and her husband were having dinner with Susan. What a nightmare! That night she found herself eager for sex! Damn this body anyway! But at least it was young and her new husband was passionate and skillful. And as Mimi, she found she knew some new sexy tricks in bed. One afternoon when her husband was sleeping, Meredith found herself required to have sex with the mayor! He gave her a modest bracelet afterwards. It was humiliating but the spell made her do it! She felt so cheap and used! During dinner that night, she dropped the dinner tray. Henri gave her an angry look. She quickly cleaned it up, hoping he wouldn't be too upset. Later, 'Mimi' walked into 'her' quarters when Henri grabbed her! He screamed at her, saying he had spent a lot of time on the meal and she had ruined it! He dragged her over to a chair, threw her over his knees, and proceeded to spank her! It was painful and humiliating, but yet she found herself becoming aroused! She ended up in bed with the little brute. As she lay there, she wondered why Mimi stayed with him, then 'remembered' he had arranged for Mimi to get a green card, and held it over her head. Three days later she was called into Sophia's morning room; Meredith did not like the smile the bitch gave her. She wondered whose soul was behind it. Her best guess was Susan. "Do you remember Mrs. Macintyre, Mimi?" "Oui, Madam." What was the person wearing Sophia's body up to? "Well, she's just got a big promotion at work as a partner and is having a party at her house to celebrate. She asked me if she could borrow you and your husband to cook and serve. I was happy to do so. I am glad she is doing so well. Aren't you?" Meredith's new face flushed and her dark eyes flashed. She almost choked. How had the false Meredith got a big promotion? She had tried for two years to make partner with not even a glimmer of success. How in hell did this impostor succeed in being a better her than her? Her present husband complained all the way over to her former house about the extra work. The false Meredith opened the door. God she - I - was beautiful! She was wearing a breathtaking new evening gown that looked spectacular! She was so elegant and stylish. What a magnificent gown, and she wore it with such panache. The present Meredith towered over this petite 4'11" body Merry was stuck in. 'Meredith' smiled 'kindly'. "Ah, Mimi, so kind of you and your husband to help out," she said in Merry's so-so French. Henri bowed, overcome with her beauty and also thinking that at least Madam Macintyre tried to speak a civilized language. Stunned, the old Merry looked around in wonder. All her friends and coworkers were there. 'Oh my god, the impostor has even brought in my mom and dad. And they don't know! Even they don't know.' Merry felt out like crying. 'Mommy, daddy. It's me, your Merry. I'm over here.' But she couldn't. Even if she could, she would just be locked up. It was heartbreaking to be treated like a servant by all of them and to see the false Merry being admired and congratulated - heartbreaking to see her daddy kiss the fake and to see Tim with his eyes full of admiration and love for the impostor as he kissed and put his arms around her. What amused smiles the woman in her beautiful body shot Merry from time to time. God, was the bitch enjoying herself. And Meredith had to smile and serve and wait on everyone. This was a slice of hell. In the kitchen her present, short plump husband was cooking with his usual skill. He sighed with a smile on his face. "Ah, this Madam Macintyre is so beautiful, so chic - her husband is a most lucky man!" Merry felt her heart breaking. Who was living her wonderful life? Every time she saw 'Meredith' her heart ached more. God, she was so beautiful, so charming, so loved. Somehow, some way she had to find a way to stop the spell, this merry go round of madness! Chapter 5 Merry heard the alarm ring. 'Thank God, it's MY alarm,' Merry thought, then sighed. No more of Mimi's life, no more so sore feet and slutty behavior! Merry admired her own lovely hand (how she missed it) as she switched it off. Tim was sleeping beside her with a smug, satisfied smile on his handsome face. Meredith fought down a feeling of anger at him that he was clueless about it not being her soul in her body! As Merry moved she could tell from the way her body felt that 'she' had sex last night. Her nipples were feeling like they'd been nibbled on too enthusiastically. Feeling tired still, Meredith got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. The body stealer must have used a lot of the night hours for fun and games. Damn, she found she had a hickie! Merry showered and did her hair. It was strange, but she felt a little 'off' not as much at home in her real body as before. "I'm just tried and cranky!" Meredith told herself. She did her makeup and covered up the bites. She glanced at Tim still dead to the world. Lucky bastard! No regular hours for him. 'Let him get his own breakfast,' Meredith thought resentfully. Meredith slipped on some low heeled boots to go with a new chic dress she found in her closet. Her impostor has obviously been doing a fair amount of shopping and at least she had good taste and knew what flattered Merry. Well, time to get to work. WOW! It was going to be strange to go in as a partner, a position that somehow the woman in her body had managed to get. It came to Meredith that she was now making almost twice as much money as before! But she couldn't find the ways or wherefores of how her replacement had gotten the promotion. Weird. Going gracefully down the stairs, her boot heels clicking, Meredith was pleasantly surprised how nice the house looked. It was usually a bit messy as Tim was a typical male and sloppy, and she usually didn't have time to really do much cleaning. Merry's cab arrived and she rode off to the station, pondering how in hell she was going to stop this ring around the body shit. It wouldn't be easy. Hell, she didn't even know who the witch was! At work Meredith went to her new corner office and found she now had a top-flight secretary. She shook her head. At least some good had come out having her body appropriated! The firm had an amazing shake up while she was a French Maid. The founder, seventy-year-old Mr. Black, had died of a heart attack while having sex with a call girl. His son William had come to the office and resigned the next day, saying he hated his work. Even though she hadn't been really present, Meredith could now 'remember' him saying happily that now that the old bastard was finally dead he could do what he wanted - which was to go to Tahiti and paint naked girls! So two positions had opened up and Meredith had been chosen for the second - or at least the fake Merry had or - well, whoever. That made her head hurt. That afternoon Meredith got a phone call from her mother. "Merry, I am so proud of you!" "Thanks, Mom," Meredith said cautiously. "And it was such great visit! We patched up some old differences and I felt like I had my real daughter back again! I missed that feeling." Merry's mouth dropped. 'What the hell? What the hell? Somehow the impostor has healed the coolness between my mom and me.' That bitch was taking over too much of her life! Somehow Meredith got off the phone without blowing the new relationship. Merry decided after work to see a famous Jesuit - Father Weber, to see if somehow he might help her. But it would be hard when she couldn't say what was troubling her. When Meredith called home Tim was disappointed that she would be late. "Darling Merry, since moving to Hawthorne our marriage has gone from great to super great! It seems to have given you more enthusiasm, more love of life!" Tim said, bubbling about the great sex! Meredith's fingers curled into claws. Not again! Who had been in her body this time? Merry gritted her teeth, but made herself thank her husband. 'Boy, it isn't easy not to be a bitch when you know that for six days a month you are not only sharing your body with another female, but your clueless but handsome husband as well!' "Oh, the maid came this morning. I think you were right about getting one and she has kept her promise about not messing in my studio! You said before the party that you would be damned if you were going to clean up the next day. And somehow you found Heidi." He laughed. "Heidi is so damn German I keep feeling I should salute! But is she a hard worker and so clean. And however did you get Sophia to lend you Mimi and her husband?" He laughed. "She served well, but God, what a bimbo!" Meredith frowned. Had she been a bimbo in Mimi's body? Anyway, at last they had a maid! Man, whoever had been in her body sure was making some changes! But Meredith had to admit she liked having a maid and had wanted one for years. They sure could afford one now! She wondered which of the wives had been in her body so far and who would be next! She didn't think that either Tori or Natalie had yet. It might have been Sophia, she had confessed that she had the hots for Tim and she was used to having a maid? But she was still resentful. Both the women who had stolen her body and life seemed to be living and being her better than she had! Father Weber turned out to be a very intelligent, urbane man. "Father, what would you say if I said there is black magic in the world?" He looked very keenly at her. "I would say that magic doesn't exist." "But is that what you believe?" He laughed. "You're very clever, Mrs. Macintyre. IF such darkness exists, it is VERY dangerous and not something to try. I hope you are not messing around with it?" Meredith shuddered. "No, father." He took his time looking at her and it was with a very penetrating gaze. "Are you saying that you are the victim of such things?" "I can't say that." "Not able, not unwilling, and can't say that literally?" She nodded. He started making some notes. "Where do you live?" "Hawthorne." His eyebrows went up at this. "There have been some strange stories out of Hawthorne. And many sensitives avoid the place. Come back in a week I will see what I can find. In the meantime, would you object if I bless you and sprinkle you with holy water?" "Not at all! It might even help." Merry went home in a more cheerful frame of mind. She had a great deal of confidence in Father Weber. Maybe the blessing and holy water might keep any more swaps from happening? Boy, did the house look spotless and the maid had even made dinner before she left. Merry usually didn't like sauerkraut, but Heidi's was delicious with knockwurst! But it is hard to hear Tim praise the other Merry. As usual Meredith avoided the other 'club' members. The next week she went in to see Father Weber. His secretary, another Jesuit, was very upset and looked sad. He cleared his throat and said, "I am very sorry to tell you this, but Father Weber is dead. He was the victim of a hit and run driver three days ago. It was a tragic loss! Not only was a fine man but a great scholar. Is there something I can help you with?" 'Father Weber is dead.' The phase formed a fugue in her spinning brain. Horrified, Meredith shook her head and left. She would put no one else at risk. Poor Father Weber! His death was on her head. The witch had killed him! She was as sure of it as the sun rising in the East. She cried on the way to her car. The morning mail brought her a note printed in crayon. "Really, Merry, you should really be more discrete. You don't want to make me angry. It would be a great shame as I am very pleased with you as an addition to our club. Just be a good girl and all will be well." Meredith shuddered and crumpled the note. This merry go round of bodies was - was what - she shuddered. 'I can tell from the pricking of my thumbs that something wicked this way comes. Perhaps the sprinkling of Holy Water and the blessing will get me out of this body swapping madness?' Meredith met her new maid the next day. But she didn't remember hiring her. That memory had not transferred over. But the middle aged German woman, stocky and strong, was pleasant and polite and treated her with respect, and boy could she clean! She prayed the night of the full moon. The next morning, she knew it had happened again. But unlike the last time, her new body wasn't short and sexy, but tall and stocky. She was in Tori's body! And who was in hers? Chapter 6 Merry noticed that she was in bed with a strange man again. This time, it wasn't even Tori's husband, but someone completely different. Tori's memories told her it was her deputy Rob. Flashes of Tori's memories told her that Tori used her position as sheriff (and intimidating physique) to force her underlings to do what she wanted. God, she felt like a slut even if it was by proxy. She nudged him awake and rudely told him to get lost. Meredith had to restrain herself from using profanity. When she was alone, Meredith examined her current form. She was over six feet tall, 200+ pounds of graceless muscle, and Merry hated it. Hated it! To go from being beautiful to being ugly and unfeminine was hard! She wanted to cry, to beat someone into - that was a frightening and unfamiliar feeling. She wasn't even remotely pretty let alone beautiful or sexy. She looked in the mirror and cried. The beefiness was bad enough, but there was a streak of cruelty in her eyes. Merry decided to explore her surroundings. Unlike Sophia or Merry herself, Tori lived in a modest one-story house. It was on the outskirts of town and somewhat isolated. She thought that no neighbor would be able to hear what went on here, and that thought chilled her! From her acquired memories she knew it wasn't an accident. Another thought chilled her even more; Tori was frightened of only one thing, one person in all the world...the witch. God, how powerful she must be for a tough cop like Tori to be terrified of her. But who was it? That part of Tori's memories she could not access. She suddenly thought of Tim. As if him sleeping with some other woman in her body wasn't bad enough, now Meredith had to worry about what Tori would do to him! Of course Tori might not be in her body! She could only hope for the best. Before she could race to her house, Merry remembered Tori had an actual job. She hated taking a shower in this unfeminine, ugly and gross body but she did it. The surrogate Tori arrived at the sheriff's office in a pissed-off mood. The deputies saw this and tried their best to keep out of her line of fire. She found her day consisted mostly of dull paperwork and piddling little tasks. Still, it beat being a maid, even though she much preferred Mimi's sexy body to this hulk! The oddest thing was when the mayor visited her office. He stood around making idle chit chat until he quietly placed an envelope on her desk before leaving. Merry opened the envelope and found it was filled with cash. This raised her suspicions. She looked through the desk until she found a bank ledger book with a key taped inside. There were several entries listing monthly 'donations', which Tori had transferred into a Swiss bank account. Tori was blackmailing the mayor! Another flash of memory told her the key was to a safe deposit box in a bank in Boston that held evidence of the mayor's wrong doings...as well as many others. She also discovered that 60% of Tori's ill gotten gains went to the witch, who was identified only by the letter W. Also, Meredith found that Tori had gotten the job when the former sheriff had died horribly in a fire in his home. The official verdict was that he had been smoking in bed. But one fireman was quoted in the paper - Merry looked up the archive as saying, "It was not like anything he had ever seen. The house was a raging inferno and almost impossible to put the fire out." Glancing through the archives of the papers she found that there were many strange happening and deaths. One day it had even rained toads! No wonder poor Father Weber knew of Hawthorne. Merry smiled sardonically. My, what strange 'accidents' happen in this town and even in Boston. A little worried at what she might find, Merry visited Tim the next day, claiming she was doing a follow-up report on the break-in. She was relieved to find he was okay. He was his usual chipper, charming, handsome self. But it was easy for Meredith to see he thought her present body was as charming as a sack of dead mice. He grinned at the large muscular woman before him. "Say, sheriff, if you don't think it's a bribe, would you like some of the tasty treats Merry has made for me? She's taking up cooking and baking since we've moved here." Meredith took one; she was always hungry in this body and often visited the donut shop. The treats were very good! It chilled her as this reminded her of the other treats he mentioned before. It raised her suspicions that it might be the same woman each time in her body. Thoughtfully she went back to Tori's cruiser. A memory came to her - Tori and he others were more than suspicious that the witch was the only one who got to live in Meredith's beautiful body. They were very resentful, but afraid to say anything. What was going on? So in a very unfriendly frame of mine Meredith started handing out tickets like candy. Nobody dared complain when they saw who the cop was. Later she couldn't help herself, she drove by the station and saw 'Meredith' and Tim. He was obviously picking her up. Merry groaned silently as she saw the two embrace enthusiastically. Then, over Tim's broad shoulder, the present Merry had the audacity to wink at her. Merry cursed and drove away. Gloomily she went to Tori's home. Her present husband was sitting there dinking beer. He looked up afraid. A review of Tori's memories told her about him. They had started dating in high school, when she strong-armed him, figuratively and literally, into dating and eventually marrying her. He became a trucker in order to get away from him. Not that Tori cared. It just gave her the perfect opportunity to play the field. "Just keep your mouth shut and stay away from me!" ordered Meredith. He looked relieved. Meredith tossed him some money. "Here, get yourself some food somewhere. They might serve you!" She stormed into her new bedroom and slammed the door. What was happening to her? Why was she acting so bitchy? So damn nasty? It wasn't like her at all. She made herself a hefty drink. Would she ever be rid of this curse? Who was the witch? She tossed down a double rye, and felt a sudden chill. Would it be even safe to find out or try and stop this merry go round of bodies? Meredith promised herself to somehow make it through the week. She made it a point to stay away from her body, her house and Tim. She rearranged the office systems at the Sheriff's office much to the amazement of everyone working there. Things were much smoother and more efficient when she was done. Merry tried to control her new temper. It wasn't easy. Not only did she hate this body and life, but Tori's nature seemed to want to boil over. Tori's husband was back on the road so that was a blessing. Merry sent a lot of time in the gym and pumping iron and also working out at kick boxing and karate. She was amazed how much iron she could pump, and God could this new body kick ass! Some punk tried to rob the liquor store and she beat the man insensible. She was ashamed how good that felt. She had never been more relieved when the six day nightmare ended and she woke up in her own body. God, she hated being Tori even more than Mimi! She spent a long time admiring her own body in the mirror. It was so good to have it back! Meredith fought down a stray thought that edged into her mind, a worry that her admiration of her own beautiful body was a little like she was admiring something that wasn't really hers. But that was absurd and crazy! She came to the conclusion that the witch must be Susan. Who else - she laughed at the thought of Natalie. She tried her best not to think of again losing her body at the next full moon. Tim irritated her by complaining that she had stopped making the tasty treats! God, men were impossible. She was having her body stolen every month and have to live as another woman and the man was whining about not having his treats. He was like some over grown baby. But with effort Meredith kept her temper. It wasn't Tim's fault! God how she missed him when she was ripped out of her own body and life! During lunch hour at work she frequently visited the great Boston library but all she learned for sure was that witchcraft didn't exist but if it did it wasn't something to mess with. What wonderful news! Meredith got tossed out of the library by slamming a book down too hard on the table and using some unladylike words. The night before she was to swap once again Merry had non stop sex with Tim. Trying to store up as much of pleasure and love as she could! As she fell asleep she begged she wouldn't wake up Tori again. A prayer, if such it was, was answered. She woke up as 'sweet' Sue. It appeared she was making the round of the bodies of the club. If this held true next month she would be Natalie. What a treat that would be! Six days as a mousy, older, charm less librarian. But who was being her now? Was it the witch? Chapter 7 She looked at her new face in the mirror. Susan was still a beautiful woman at 42, thanks to all the time, effort, and money she had used to keep herself that way. Her memories told how she kept a strict regime of exercise to keep herself trim, and had the occasional nip-tuck and injections of botox to keep her youthful appearance. In fact, Susan was somewhat obsessive about keeping herself looking young. If Merry was right about her, then maybe that was another reason she started this scheme. And now Merry was stuck as her for the next few days. But who was in her body - was it as Merry suspected, the witch...or was it Tori? The thought of Tori in her body and life made her shudder. Well, there was nothing much she could do about it - unless... Well, before she could do anything she had better discover who the witch was for sure. Meredith looked with distaste at Susan's husband snoring away next to her. What a lazy drunk, why had she married him - Meredith corrected herself. Why had Susan married him? Well, once he had been handsome and charming. He was still handsome enough to win over Sophia though, but Susan had grown jaded, and Merry - well, she was in love with her real husband! She snapped at her new maid, Beth, when she was served breakfast. Her stomach hurt and - oh shit - from Susan's memories she realized she had an ulcer! Just wonderful! She couldn't even have a cup of coffee. What else was she going to discover? Well, she discovered Susan didn't have a friend in the world. Meredith had to fight down the impulse to be a bitch every moment. She explored Susan's mansion. Susan came from old money and the house had been her grandfather's. The mayor was her stepbrother and she despised him, she despised Sophia, she despised - just about everybody! Everyone but the witch...she was afraid of her. But this was cloudy and Meredith suspected that the witch had put false memories in each body of the club members. Merry couldn't be sure who was the real witch! It could still be Susan. Her memories told her Susan was loaded and she kept control of her money with an iron fist. A memory came to Meredith as she look Pepcid for her new stomach that she - Susan - had ordered her husband to sell Tim and Merry the house at any price. It hadn't been an accident or chance they moved here. Meredith shuddered. She had been lured here so that for six days a month some other woman - perhaps the witch - could steal her beauty and her Tim. In Susan's special study it came to Merry that this was where the club met. She remembered a meeting where Tori had complained about not getting Meredith's body. Meredith shuddered. How Tori had screamed in mortal agony on the floor as she was punished. Tori of the huge muscles, huge body and fierce personally cried like a baby and begged for mercy. A voice had seemed to come out of nowhere and everywhere, and Meredith could not guess its origin. The voice was silky and cruel. "Anyone else have any complaints?" No one did. Meredith shuddered in this thin middle aged body. Then she had a thought. When she returned to her real body she would have this room bugged. Meredith was indignant when she found out that 'she' had apparently told her servants that Mrs. Macintyre and her husband were coming to dinner. Adding insult to injury, her husband - Susan's husband was lit up and obviously looking forward to ogling the beautiful 'Meredith'. The maid ushered in the handsome young couple saying, "Mr. and Mrs. Macintyre." The real Merry burned with inner fury as she saw who she was betting was the evil witch in her body come gracefully in. She was dressed beautifully in a new and expensive outfit that showed off her beauty - especially her legs in beautiful, graceful heels that had to be handmade Italian. Meredith's husband - Susan's husband, Meredith corrected herself - couldn't take his eyes off them. Meredith as Susan snapped, "Put your eyes back in your head, Bob!" Tim grinned. God, he was so handsome and charming. 'Meredith' just smiled smugly and shot a superior glance at 'Susan'. Merry was forced to endure an evening spent looking enviously at her former self. How beautiful she was, how charming, how her husband adored her and how sweetly and sexily they were smiling and touching each other! Also, the present Meredith had a healthy appetite while the present Susan had to eat special foods for 'her' ulcer. 'Merry' smiled at her hostess. "Poor dear, I understand you have a very bad ulcer. It must be tough to live with it!" she said 'sympathetically'. Tim nodded agreement. "I bet!" He put his hand affectionately on his beautiful young wife's. "Merry here never has any stomach troubles." 'Merry' grinned at 'Susan'. "Now, Tim darling, that's not very nice. It might make poor Susan feel we were gloating...which is not the case!" Merry was almost sure that Susan was the witch. From the way the fake Meredith was behaving, from the fact that her house was the group's headquarters and from Susan's famous, bitchy nature. Also, her vast wealth all pointed at it. What an evening! An evening from hell! She also had to endure none of the men paying any attention to her but looking adoringly at her former self. Even her husband - Susan's husband - couldn't take his eyes off that beautiful, graceful young body. Oh, how she hated the vile impostor! Meredith wondered how in hell she could endure this new life of musical bodies of every month being forced out of her own lovely flesh, her own lovely life and into someone else's. Then icing on the cake being forced to watch someone else, living her life, living in Merry's beautiful young body and enjoying her wonderful, handsome, charming husband. Later that evening, Bob was feeling amorous. Merry peevishly told him to go sleep in another room. As Susan often withheld sex from him, Merry felt it was the perfect excuse not to have sex with another woman's husband again. This was why he constantly eyed other women. Not that he would ever cheat on Susan. No, he was too afraid of her to do that! Merry was not in a good mood when she went to work the next day. Bob may be called the president of the company, but Susan was the one who held the true power. Merry spent the day, when she wasn't ordering around underlings, on the phone wheeling and dealing. She soon realized all the stress was what caused her - Susan's ulcer in the first place. Somehow Merry got through the week. It wasn't easy. Everywhere she went she was met with hostility and dislike. Even the dogs seemed to bark at her. This was hard as Meredith was used to being liked. Well, at least she had an army of servants - even a chauffer who drove her around in a Rolls Royce. She visited 'her' sister-in-law Sophia to try and see if Sophia thought she was the witch and Sophia had no suspicion that it was Meredith in this middle-aged body. Instinctively Merry found herself snubbing Sophia and asking her kindly about her 'little drinking' problem and Sophia returned the compliment by asking about her stomach. It was almost too real - like Meredith had done this many times before. She was falling into acting like the person she showed to the world far too much for her comfort. To make her ulcer flare up even more she got a call from the impostor Merry thanking her kindly for the wonderful evening of great food and wine. "I'm so glad you enjoyed yourself," Meredith said acidly. "Oh, I did," laughed the fake Merry. "I did! Now, you take care of the troublesome stomach! I sure would hate to have such an ulcer. What a pity you couldn't even enjoy your great French wine." 'What a bitch!' thought Merry as she hung up. 'Rubbing it in that she's young, and beautiful while I'm-' Meredith didn't complete the thought. It was too weird. Somehow the days dragged on to six. Six nights later. Thank god, Merry thought. She was back in her own body. She touched Tim, sleeping peacefully beside her. She ran to the mirror. It was so nice to be home! Meredith felt like kissing her reflection but that was too weird. Chapter 8 Even though Meredith was delighted to be back in her own beautiful body and lovely, happy life her joy was tempered that it would only last a few weeks. It was bitter cups of hemlock for her that her life was not her own any more, that every month she would lose it to another woman. It was especially bitter that no one guessed it was not the real her while she was gone, that even Tim sometimes preferred the impostor in her flesh to her. Her mood was not improved when she received a package the next Saturday of a DVD. It was one the witch must have taken when she and Tim were making love! Poor Merry cried to see her lost flesh enjoying sex with Tim! And Tim, the shit, was obviously enjoying himself and later even commented on how much Merry had improved in bed. She cried off and on the whole day. The tasty treats were bad enough but this was way too much. She read again the 'kindly' note from the witch saying 'I hope you appreciate how well I have taken care of OUR life! I am sure you realize by now that I am the only one I am trusting in being Merry. The rest are not to be trusted with our beautiful body, life and husband. No thanks are necessary!" Merry crumpled the note and burned it. Work was busier than ever now that she was a partner and it kept Meredith from brooding about the coming full moon. She avoided the other members of the club. In her spare time she did a careful search of anyone who might help her break this evil spell. Two weeks into her return she found Elsbeth who Merry was convinced was a genuine witch. With hope in her heart she drove outside Boston to the woman's home. Elsbeth was a middle aged woman who looked normal, even though Merry noticed items in and out of the house that she recognized from her reading as protective charms. "So you feel you are under attack from a witch, Mrs. Macintyre? You are probably right as I see a magic aura around you." She laughed. "Are you sure you're not a witch yourself? I sense powerful magic?" "I wish!" "Be careful what you wish. Now, first I need to know where you live, it will help me know whom we might be dealing with." "Hawthorne." Elsbeth turned pale and her hands shook. "Please leave NOW! NOW! I'm sorry, but I can't afford to become involved. Not against HER. Good-bye! I am sorry, Mrs. Macintyre." The terrified witch practically shoved Merry out the door. A bewildered and shaken Meredith stood outside Elsbeth's house and heard the door slam. "My god, is the witch of Hawthorne really that powerful that she terrifies even other witches?" Merry had no idea what to do now. Things seemed hopeless...it looked like she'd have to get used to sharing her body and Tim once a month! She cursed fluently. The rest of the month's work kept her so busy that she was able to avoid thinking of the upcoming swap. Idly she wondered if she would become Natalie the librarian. She was the only one she hadn't been. The night of the full moon Tim wondered why she seemed so sad and depressed. But she couldn't tell him. Merry tossed and turned and woke up in another bed as usual. She was Natalie. And Merry was sure the witch, whoever she was, was now in her body. Merry noticed was she was alone. It seemed Natalie and her husband had separate rooms. That was a relief - maybe she wouldn't have to have sex with him during the next six days. She sighed and felt tired. Natalie's body lacked the vitality of Merry's real one. It was harder to get out of bed. She didn't want to but she found herself in front of a mirror looking at this poor excuse for a body. She was too thin, had no breasts and had a very plain face. Merry sighed. Well, it was only for six days she tried to tell herself. Merry took the tour of what was to be her home for the next six long days. It was a modest suburban structure. It didn't match what she had heard about Natalie being descended from the town's settlers. Well, she figured, a lot can happen in 300 or so years. The family fortune had probably run out. It would explain why Natalie worked as a librarian. Maybe that's why she took part in the swap club, so she could enjoy the life of someone wealthier than her. Merry was surprised they had a maid who cooked her breakfast. The maid was from Jamaica. Her current husband came in and smiled at her. He had a nice smile. He was about 50 and scholarly-looking. The scholar part was natural as he was college professor of the classics. Nothing was Greek to him as a memory told her that he spoke it fluently and was a famous authority on Greek tragedy and myth. Natalie's memories told her that his salary from being a professor and author of several historical texts paid for the maid. She wondered how they would deal together. The maid left for the kitchen and Sam 'Euripides' Melville said, "Don't worry. I won't make demands on you, whoever you are." He smiled with kind intelligence. Merry gasped. "You know?" "Of course, Natalie isn't happy that I discovered her 'little' secret. I am not entirely a fool, you know?" he smiled charmingly. "I can tell by your reaction that this is the first time we had this conversation so logic tells me that you must be the beautiful Mrs. Macintyre." Merry laughed ruefully. "Not any more." He p