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vagina burned as if they’d been pinched or gnawed. Neal didn’t feel bandages down there.
    He found no pain deep inside her. She’d apparently told the truth about not being raped.
    While Neal concentrated on the sensations of her body, Elise walked slowly about the room, holding her nearly empty glass. Though she was thinking non-stop, she didn’t seem to be addressing Neal, so he paid little attention.
    He was fascinated.
    Is this what the bracelet does? It gives you a ride like this?
    Incredible!
    It’s like I’m her!
    ‘ You all right? ’ Elise asked in her mind.
    Fine, he thought.
    ‘ I’ve never done this before.’ It’s kind of spooky having him in me. Seems like a great guy, though. But God, it’s so intimate. Has he paid a visit to my pussy, yet? Oh shit, what if he heard that? Of course he heard it. Be grateful, at least you didn’t call it . . . No no no no. ‘Hello there, Neal. Hey, look, time to vacate the premises, okay? This was just to give you a little taste.’ Must’ve been out of my mind. Oh, great, now he’s probably heard that, too. Probably, my ass. Ass. Terrific. ‘Now that I don’t have any dignity left, Neal. Anyway, you saved my life, so now you haven’t got any illusions about who you saved.’ Hey, I’m not that bad. Could’ve been a lot worse. Get him out of here! ‘Neal? Hey! Time to go, okay? If you’re still here. Are you? Anyway, you have to wish yourself back into your own body.’ What if he won’t leave? What if he likes it in here so much . . .
    He was out.
    No longer inside Elise, no longer feeling the weight and motion of her body, no longer seeing what she saw, feeling what she felt. No more eavesdropping on her mind.
    At least the pain was gone. But it had been a small price to pay for the multitude of other sensations.
    He felt sad and lost. He wanted to return to her.
    Knew he shouldn’t, though.
    So he settled down into the body that was stretched out on the sofa as if asleep.
    Home.
    Nothing exciting or strange about this body. It felt familiar all over. His weight, his size, his muscles. All the same as when he’d left. Though he could feel several sore areas, he seemed remarkably free from pain, compared to Elise.
    He opened his eyes and turned his head.
    Elise, standing at the other side of the table, grimaced at him and blushed fiercely. She shrugged. ‘So,’ she said. ‘That’s the magic bracelet.’
    ‘Wow,’ he said. He sat up and swung his legs off the sofa. Leaning forward, he picked up his glass. He took a few big swallows of his vodka and tonic.
    Elise’s had tasted better.
    ‘Sorry I had to kick you out,’ she told him.
    ‘That’s all right.’
    ‘It was . . . it got embarrassing.’
    ‘Nothing to be embarrassed about.’
    ‘I should’ve known better. I mean, I’ve been in enough people to know you can’t hide anything from a hitcher. The mere act of trying to hide something reveals it. Almost always. You have to think it to avoid it. The whole situation is impossible. Not to mention, the hitcher gets to feel every part of the person’s body. Forget any kind of privacy.’
    ‘I thought it was great.’
    She made a face and shrugged her shoulders. ‘Great if you’re the hitcher. But God, it’s such an invasion of the people you’re in.’
    ‘They don’t know it’s happening?’ Neal asked.
    ‘They haven’t got a clue. So, in a sense, there’s no damage done. They don’t know that every corner of their being is getting explored by . . . a secret intruder. Hell, I didn’t know for sure. I just assumed you were in me.’
    ‘I was.’
    ‘Well, that’s what I figured. I mean, that was the whole idea.’
    ‘I thought I was dreaming. At first, anyway.’
    ‘You weren’t dreaming.’
    ‘I was “hitching.”’
    ‘That’s it. Like hitching a ride. A lot like hitching a ride. This was a little different, tonight, because we know each other. Usually, you’ll be taking your rides in strangers. I mean, that’s