In the direction from the old nursing home, a young woman's head on an elderly man's body dressed in a robe and slippers was cursing and chasing the old man who obviously possessed her body.
"Give me back my body, you crazy old coot!" shrieked the woman as she was falling behind.
"Hee hee, You gotta catch me!" chided the old man with his head on perhaps one of the volunteers. "I've never felt so young in my life!" as he ran down the street groping his firm breasts under his blouse.
"Hmm.... I'd better be careful. Someone could bump into me and steal my body as well" thought Jon as he continued to Karen's house. Somehow having Tiffany's body didn't seem all that bad It could be worse couldn't it?
