Chapter 3

My brain was roiling! Mr. Johnson was screaming at me for attention. Beth Ann's kisses, especially her tongue, threatened to turn me into a raving lunatic, and her lips tasted like peppermint.

IT'S NOT FAIR! I won her once, and now I have to start all over again at "GO?"

I guess getting her back, alive this time, does outrank having to win her heart again...

I always loved Beth Ann. That first day – which was today – the last time, I knew I could fall hard in love with her, and now, after being thrown into two other bodies, living two other lives, and loving three other women, I was still that same man, loving that same women.

The only problem was that I am now Carl, and not Brian. Of course, I'm also not her son, so the opportunities for her to fall in love with me aren't going to be as numerous, intimate, or 'normal.' The advantage there is that she won't spend her days wondering if she was committing a felony, or two, or three ... Our interactions were going to be traditional, limited, and come with the danger of doing, saying, or failing to do or say, the one thing that would bring us together, or tear us forever apart.

It was a conundrum wrapped in a puzzle, and tied with a big, red, bow.

However ... her lips tasted amazing. We literally made love with our tongues. My hands itched to invade her secret pleasure places, but I stuck to loving her with my mouth, to avoid any serious repercussions so soon after 'meeting.'

Beth Ann apparently felt no such restraint. Her hand gently took hold of Mr. Johnson and squeezed just enough to send me into orbit. My body began to shake as Beth Ann stroked me through my destroyed pants.

This was not the Beth Ann I seduced in a log cabin outside of Branson. This was a full-grown, fully sexualized woman, who decided she liked what she saw and wanted to take it, or be taken by it.

And then I understood...

Beth Ann was all primed and ready when I landed in Brian's body. She was at the end of an ugly marriage and uglier divorce, sexually needy, and emotionally scarred. She NEEDED me to love her and make love to her.

She needs me now.

Between kisses I said, "You are the most beautiful and by far the sexiest woman I have ever met. I can't get enough of your wonderful mouth, but you HAVE to stop, or I will have to undress you and give at least ten orgasms, right her on the gurney. I REALLY have no self-control where you're concerned."

Beth Ann disengaged from my mouth, but kept arms around me. I caught my breath and said, "I will get us a couple of hotel rooms, nearby, so we can deal with our wrecked cars, get some rest, and figure out what to do about the accident when we've slept some. Is that Ok?"

Beth Ann smiled and squeezed again, making me tremble with desire. "Yes. That would be very appreciated. Oh, and, I will stop – for now - but PLEASE promise we can pick up where we left off ... or I will be crushed. Absolutely crushed." She would have said more, but she heard the Doctor speaking with Brian, she hurried to find out what was being said.

Alone again, I reflected on how immediate and brutally extreme our attraction seemed to be. Beth Ann clearly felt the same need I felt. It was almost as if her body knew me, even if her mind didn't. The universe was still having its way with me, and apparently Beth Ann was still a big part of the agenda.

My musing was cut short when a physical therapist came in to show me how to work my leg for the foreseeable future. The lesson was too much, too soon, and when he found enough mercy in his soul to quit, I found myself still trembling, but this time from pain, and not arousal.

The nurse found me clean scrubs to wear out of the hospital, and the receptionist gave me a number for the Marriott nearby. It took a few minutes to get a reservation for two rooms. I gave Beth Ann a copy of the reservation and let her know the hotel was picking us up.

"That's great," she said. I suspected she was glad to have one less thing to worry about. "The doctor is releasing Brian right now. Maybe we can find rental cars from the hotel."

I had that one under control, because I'd been through this already. "We each need to call our insurance companies, file a claim, and get them to arrange for the rental. We are covered under our policies, and if they make the calls, it costs us less out of pocket."

Beth Ann said she'd call when we got to the hotel, and I used the time it took her to get Brian signed out to call my carrier and get the paperwork flowing. They were remarkably helpful, saying they would have Enterprise deliver a car to the Marriott this evening, and handle the billing.

That pleased me very much. The agent instructed me on my coverages, and what to tell the hospital clerk when I went to sign out, as well as giving me the claim numbers for the billing department.

Before I hung up, the agent also informed me that since I was away from home, and my injuries precluded me from driving for at least two weeks, my hotel and expenses were covered. She promised to email some on-line forms for me to fill out, to give them more information about the accident, and permission to talk to the doctors and hospital. I promised to fill them out as soon as I tracked down my car, and got ahold of my laptop.

The hospital issued me a set of crutches and a cane. The physical therapist said, "Use the one that works best. Start with the crutches, at least for a few days, then graduate to the cane, but make sure you are not in a lot of pain when you try it.

"If it hurts a lot, go back to the crutches for a few more days and try it again.

"When you get someplace more permanent than the hotel, here is a list of physical therapists you can call to set up rehab. Do It! You need to rehab that leg. If you don't it will never heal enough to do you much good, so be a man, and do this right." He was right. I needed to do whatever it took to recover the use of my leg. If the mob did come after Beth Ann, they would have to go through me to do it. I wasn't about to lose her a second time.