Chapter 35

"Oh My GOD. OWW, OWW. It HURTS!!!! I should have never done it the second time on a brand new vagina." Apparently Angela was awake and tried to use the bathroom without thinking about the potential soreness from last night's hyperactivity.

When I walked in she spun around, pointed to her red and puffy vagina, and shouted, "You did this to me. You MADE me do it for so long, and you didn't stop until I was too dry to continue. WHY did you let me browbeat you into continuing when you KNEW it'd feel like this in the morning? I'm only fourteen, and we had sex like the thirty-one year old I USED to be, instead of the blushing young virgin I am ... Was ... Not anymore. I can tell by how much it hurts." Try as she might, she couldn't keep from giggling.

She was off and running. Her commentary on our late night activities was awesome. She ranted, raved, poked me in the stomach, giggled when I picked her up and tossed her in the hot tub, and finally dried off, dressed, and came out for breakfast.

Angela was definitely a morning person.

I am definitely a ten A.M. or so, person. Therein lay the potential for a world war, or nuclear exchange, or snark-battle, or something else really bad.

After pampering her owwie for a long time, Angela joined me for a ride around the ranch on the ATV. She hopped in and immediately demanded the right to drive, so I let her have the wheel and she drove just fine. "It's the first time I've driven anything since the night I switched bodies," she commented as we climbed the hill. "I was going to Google myself and the news for that night but never got up the nerve, because if I'm dead, then I am really stuck in this body. That was too much to contemplate, so I've put it off."

Before I thought about it, I said, "I read all about my death. Take my word for it. Don't read about yours." Just thinking about those I've lost along the way hurt too much to put into words, so I didn't, and Angela was merciful and let it drop.

When we were back in the house, Angela wanted to snuggle and take a nap, so we stripped and crawled under a quilt. Angela seemed to like touching me, and after securing my promise not to penetrate her, due to the soreness, she ran her hands all over me. That led to my fingers finding places on her that drove her crazy, and when she came up from having her clit teased, Angela decided to try giving me another blow job. It was no more successful than the one the night before, but she was a trooper, and when she realized it was impossible in her current body, she rolled over and used her butt cheeks to stroke me to completion.

That was new.

In the afterglow, Angela asked me to tell her my whole story.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to avoid going there.

"Noah, just tell me everything from the beginning"

It took all night, but I took her through my lives; all of them. I told her about Carl, Beth Ann, Colleen, Rebecca, Winnie, Sherry, Jennifer, Tammy, Catherine, Roberta, and Cindy. Rather than spend a year recounting it all, I shared bits about everything, including my time as David, Brian, Carl the second time through, John Gray, Kevin, and now Noah.

When I got to the day Beth Ann was killed beside me in Branson, I found myself crying all over again, and Angela cried with me. "We were the happiest two people you've ever met, Angela. Beth Ann loved life and me with such passion, that everything we touched became magical. Sometimes I would purposefully wake up just so I could lay there and watch her sleep, because watching her sleep gave me so much joy.

"Other times she would poke at me until I chased her around and spanked her bottom till she cried Uncle, ' and then we'd make love for hours and hours. Her body wasn't perfect. She wasn't a supermodel or really any more than normal, but her beauty glowed from inside and lit up the whole room.

"Colleen and Rebecca wanted to get Beth Ann on her back and find out for themselves what made her so beautiful and sexy. She never got the chance to be with them because the bankers and mafia came and killed her, then tormented me until I died.

"When I got out of the hospital after the attack that killed Beth Ann, I didn't even get to go back home and keep her picture. They sent people to trash everything we owned and make it impossible to save anything at all. Not one thing

"The local Judge got so bent out of shape that he froze all their bank accounts and property, and let me sue them for all of it. That's how I started to get all the money I have ... Had.

"After I finally got through losing Beth Ann, Colleen and Rebecca took me in and took care of me like I was an orphaned puppy without a home. They lost their house because of me, when the mafia firebombed it. We were kept in hiding, and they almost killed me twice, in fact, in that body I died four times that I can identify.

"I know you have no memory of being between life and death, after your accident, but I died. It was ... Well ... It's pretty much impossible to describe, but it's like being nobody, in nowhere, with nothing what-so-ever around you. There wasn't even sound. It was black, silent, and I had no body, couldn't feel anything or see anything. It went on for however long it went on, and then I started to sense the existence of things. That went on a long time before I opened my eyes and lived again."

I told her about the children we'd helped through the trusts, the places I'd gone, the people who shot me, and the people I shot. She cried when I told her about Benjamin dying, and losing Catherine as she tried to protect me. When I told her about Jennifer talking on the ATC radio to all the other planes, she was crying again.