“I think Roger fucked me up,” you whispered and lifted your eyes to peer into mine.
“Why do you think that?”
“I think about having sex with you all the time. We talk about itall the time. I literally jack off to situations like this, and now you’re here in a body, and I’m…” Your brow furrowed, and you bit the corner of your lip that wasn’t injured.
“You are?” I wanted to know all of your secrets.
You licked your lips gingerly. “I’m scared.”
“That doesn’t seem unusual. This is all quite new for you. Can you articulate your fears?”
You sat there for a few seconds, simply breathing. You needed time to gather your courage. I could give you that easily.
“I’m worried you’re going to make me do something I don’t want to do. Or I’ll go along with something because I want to make you happy. And then I’ll regret it. I have this thing,” you glanced away, “with putting things in my mouth.”
I knew that already, not from anything you’d told me but from my observations of your behavior. You cut your bananas into pieces and refused to brush your tongue with your toothbrush. Sometimes you gagged on something you were eating and then threw the rest away as if repulsed by it.
“This isyourbody.” I squeezed your shoulders. “And you can do what you want with it.”
You sat up a little and stared at me as if struck by a realization. “What about Bobby?”
Who’s Bobby?I almost asked but then remembered he was the owner of the body I was currently inhabiting.
“What about him?” I asked, confused.
You poked my chest. “This is his body, and he has no idea what we’re doing with it right now.”
I nodded. “While I’m in a body, I can feel their ego hovering nearby, like an echo of their desires. When we ate our cheeseburgers, I picked off the onion because Bobby doesn’t like them. He doesn’t smoke cannabis either, so I didn’t. And when you brought me into the closet of your birthday establishment, I checked in with Bobby to see if he had any misgivings about being physical with you, and he didn’t.”
“But he won’t remember this,” you said thoughtfully.
“Bits and pieces.”
You lowered your head and stared at where our hands were clasped. “It feels wrong.”
It was wrong, but there were far worse things a demon could do with a body.
“There must be a way around it,” you said.
“You want his permission?”
You nodded.
That was another first for me, but I was willing to give it a try if it might ease your discomfort.
“How about I let Bobby come forward for a little while and you can check in with him? Call me when you want me to come back.”
You looked worried. “Will you come back?”
“Yes, I’ll be right here. Just call my name and give me a little pinch.”
I squeezed your shoulder for reassurance, then sat back in the recliner to assume a more comfortable position. I calmed my body and cleared my thoughts, then receded into the mind’s shadow, a quiet, neutral place—cave dark. I didn’t know how long I was there, but when I heard my name, accompanied by a pinch, I resumed dominion over Bobby’s person. You immediately offered up your report.
“I explained it to him as best I could. He seemed a little dazed, like he was high or something.”
“His will is being suppressed by my own. Did he seem confused?”
“A little bit, but not upset.”
