It was amazing. Charlie had had sex before, but it never felt like this. It was definitely a new experience for him. And one that he wouldn't mind experiencing again.
As they laid naked in bed, Charlie asked Ann a question. "Do you know two girls named Susie and Cindy?"
"No."
"What about Lisa?"
"No. Why?"
"No reason." He didn't really expect her to remember, but he hoped that maybe she did. If Charlie hadn't bumped into that woman, Vicky would still be a teenage girl hanging out with her friends. And the woman would still be herself as well. But now both the woman and Vicky were gone, replaced by Ann, a mix of the two. "Ann?"
"Yeah, Rachel?"
"Do you know how you got here, to this apartment?"
"By taxi, of course."
"Okay, yeah. But do you remember the trip up, on the elevator?"
Ann sat up a little. "Of course, I do. Why are you asking me these things?"
Charlie had noticed this before. When he vacated someone's body, the person he formally possessed acted as if nothing was different, as if all the decisions that Charlie made while in their body were their own.
"Rachel? Talk to me."
Charlie was about to say something, but was cut off when he heard a knock coming from the apartment door.
"Are you going to get that?" Ann asked. "It's your apartment."
"Oh ... yeah," Charlie said, getting out of bed. He walked to the bedroom door, then stopped. He didn't want to answer the door naked. Although, that would be quite a show, especially if the visitor was a guy.
"Maybe you want your robe?" Ann suggested.
"Right," Charlie said. He looked around the bedroom.
"It's in the closet, isn't it?"
Charlie opened the closet and found a silk robe. He slipped it on and tied it tight. Charlie felt turned on by the image of Rachel in the bedroom mirror. The robe was definitely kinky enough.
He left the bedroom and opened the apartment door.
