Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2005 11:32:35 -0800 (PST) From: Kevin Beck Subject: The Bitch (Part 3) Tg, BS, AP My hand was shaking as I touched the door's handle. I pushed the handle down and pulled the door open giving me a clear view of the hallway. Students passed by but I didn't recognize any of them from class as I turned off the office lights and stepped into the hallway. Then I turned around to close the door when I heard a soft sweet tiny voice behind me. "Hi Mrs. Paulick" I turned to see Heather, a student in my class flashing a big bright smile on her face that looked like it belonged on a thirteen year old not a nineteen year old, thinking that I was actually Mrs. Paulick. Heather's shoulder length brown hair tied up or hanging didn't do anything to distract you from her face, although neither did her short, thin framed body, even from my vantage point in the back row one table over from where I sat, or used to sit. However she was one of the more intelligent students in the class, and always had her bright smile to go along with a positive attitude. Whether it would be helping out another student with a question, or talking about how your weekend was, she did it with her big bright smile. I always thought she would make a great teacher, but she had plans on a nursing career, and I'm confident she'll succeed in that field too. The only aspect of Heather I didn't like was her breasts, although I am a breast man so you have to take that in to consideration when I'm talking about her breasts or nubs as I liked to call them. Much like her face they looked like they belonged to a thirteen year old, yet if she was ashamed of them she showed no signs of it. However when I turned around I saw something that surprised, no shocked me. It looked like she was sticking out her chest making her chest bigger then Bev's. It didn't look like she was sucking in her gut or anything to make them look bigger. It just looked like she was trying to push her breasts out farther then Bev's, why, I mean so what if Mrs. Paulick has bigger breasts, but to go to this extreme to make your breasts bigger then Bev's its rather disrespectful. I wanted to tell her that instead I looked away from her breasts to her big bright smile. That's when I began thinking about that big bright smile and the attitude that went along with it. If she was trying to be better then Mrs. Paulick in the hall way, in class then was she actually trying to be better then us, showing off her knowledge and intelligence by helping us, while she smiles and thinks look what I can do and you can't. As I continued looking at that smile I then thought about times when I discussed my life with her. If she was trying to be bigger and better then Bev by sticking out her breasts and if she was trying to be better then us by showing off her knowledge and intelligence in class, then she obviously was only showing that big bright smile at me laughing to herself while she thinks what a loser thank god I'm not like that as I discussed my life with her. However she did say hi to Mrs. Paulick and even if I know now what a terrible person she is I still have to say hi, Mrs. Paulick would. So I gathered enough strength and said "Hi Julie" with a fake smile on my face that I hope she didn't notice. Maybe she did I don't know, but Julie or I didn't say another word as we walked side by side the rest of the short walk from the office to classroom. I was about to speak again when we were by the class room door only not to Julie but to another student who arrived at the door from the opposite direction. Brian who always dressed to a ten in polo, gap, American eagle clothes or whatever else was in style at the time. However I couldn't say hi just yet because he had his head turned thus I was only looking at the sideburns on the side of his smooth tan pretty boy face, the one that made girls climb all over him. A second later his face turned and I was looking into his brown eyes that could melt a hole in any girl, however the look I was getting from him was a much different look. The way Brian's eyes and facial expression were it was like when you look at a rotten piece of fruit all bruised, shriveled and smelly, that you can't help but dispose of quickly so you never have to see or smell it again, this look caused my anger to rise again. I wanted to scream at him what, what did I do to deserve that look, all I did was walk down the hall. I mean I know Bev's a bitch but come on she's not that bad. So instead of saying "hi Brian" or just plain "hi" like Bev and I and most normal people do, I just watched Brian enter the class room without us saying a word to each other. When Julie and I arrived at the door seconds later, being polite, I let her enter the classroom first. When I entered the classroom I instantly noticed the same thing that I noticed in Julie and Brian, the disgusted looks by a few students and the disrespectful attitude toward Mrs. Paulick by the rest, since people were talking, laughing, flirting, and basically pretending Mrs. Paulick didn't enter the room and that class was not about to begin. "Bring your Assignments up front" I said trying to turn their attention away from whatever rude behavior they were doing. However this just caused all their faces and all their expressions, to say the same thing "what a bitch." and yet all I did was walk in the room and ask for their assignment. I set the books down on the podium in front of the room, and had my head down as I was arranging the assignments that were already corrected from last week's class, preparing to pass them back, when I heard a voice. I raised my head but stopped for a second at the enormous breasts that were in my face before continuing up to meet the gaze of Katie Andrews. "Can I talk to you for a second, Bev?" Anger took over my body once again, here I was just about to begin class only I get interrupted by a student, so who can blame me for what I was about to say "Why don't you wait until break" Then I lowered my gaze back to the papers, but not before I saw the breasts again? This time I noticed the shirt she was wearing could the thing be any tighter, what a slut. Plus she still has to push her breasts out even further; they're practically pushing against my face. I mean so what if your breasts are enormous and everyone stares at you in admiration, doing anything you ask of them. That doesn't make you a better person then Mrs. Paulick, just because Bev's breasts are miniature. My blood started to boil and I had to do something to get her out of my face so I stated, "Why don't you hand these back" as I held out the stack of papers for her to pass back without even looking up. The papers were yanked from my hand. Calming my self down, I took a few breaths as I went back to the books in front of me. I arranged the transparencies I planned on going over as I waited for Katie to finish handing the papers back. When I looked up Katie handed the last paper back and sat down, and I was ready to begin class. I started class by turning off a set of lights and pulling down the projection screen going over last week's letter and using the transparencies that went along with it. All eyes were focused on me and my movements, and I controlled the front of the room walking back and forth taking small steps and feeling the polyester sleeves rub against my arms as I made my way from the podium to the screen pointing out items I thought were important, exactly like Mrs. Paulick would do. I glanced from student to student as I talked so the students would feel like I was talking to them and not just the class as a whole, another detail that I noticed Mrs. Paulick do. My actions seemed to be working perfectly, every student thought I was actually Mrs. Paulick, so I continued. However as I continued to look at the students while I talked I quickly realized their eyes were on me but they weren't listening to a word I said instead they were thinking about their plans for the day, night, or weekend. Other people were saying to themselves why doesn't this bitch just shut up. Stopping at the podium a second I grabbed the keys hanging at my chest and stopped them from dangling due to my movements across the front of the room. My hand stayed on my keys as I continued to look from student to student still discussing the assignment. That's when I noticed instead of looking at me now, some of the students had their head down as if I wasn't even up in front of the room talking. However there was one student who was giving me respect and paying attention to what I say and do, my old body, Kevin was a perfect student. I switched transparencies and began to cover this week's work. My old body then put his head down, only it didn't bother me because I could tell he was listening to every word I said since he knew exactly what I was going through since this was his body. Kevin justified my thoughts by lifting his head up and looking at me for a second and he gave me a smile, I think but with the lights off it was hard to tell. When I finished going over the complaint letter I divided them into groups and had them work on problem A3 and told them when they were done they could take a fifteen minute break and resume class at 2:30. All this talking made me thirsty so I decided to leave the classroom as long as the students were busy working on the letter what did it matter? So I left the classroom and noticed the water fountain in the hallway, however I hated the way the water at the school tastes so I passed it up and headed for Bev's office hoping she had a soda or bottle of water in her office. I used the keys and opened the office door and turned on the light and immediately spotted a bottle of water on her desk. However when I picked it up I noticed the bottle was nearly half gone, Bev must of already drank out of it. I searched the office for an unopened bottle but the only bottle I found was the one on Bev's desk that was half gone. I felt weird and disgusted at what I was going to do next but I was really thirsty. I unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle up to my lips as the image of Bev doing the same thing earlier entered my mind. I imagined I probably touched my lips to the same spot she did as I poured the liquid down my throat, and immediately felt relief as my throat became wet and moist and then I turned the bottle so it was vertical and put the cap back on. Looks like we have one more thing in common Bev I thought to myself as I took the bottle with me and left the office making sure I locked it and turned off the lights. When I got into the hallway I noticed a bunch of students from my class were at the water fountain getting drinks. I was shocked and surprised and I could see them look up at stare at me as the person getting a drink quickly stopped and headed back in the direction of the classroom, while the rest of the students waited in line. When I got to them I couldn't help but ask a question, the very thought that made me surprised and shocked "Are you done with the letter already." "No" they said in unison. I couldn't believe it I was pissed off and frustrated. I stated that when there done with A3 then they can take a break and here they are getting a drink like its break time when there not even finished with A3. My anger and frustration only got stronger as I looked at the students in line, there adults they should know better, I shouldn't have to remind them but if there that stupid, well what else can I do besides, I need to let a little of my anger and frustration out on someone, so I began in a tone meant for a six year old. "Then why are you getting a drink I said break time was when the letter in A3 was finished so if your not finished get back to the room" My face was beet red and I could feel their hatred growing for me with every passing minute, however their total lack of respect they showed me by doing this reaffirmed my use of the tone and words that I used. The students abruptly stopped and headed back to the room as I followed behind them. When we entered the classroom the students took their seats as I made my way to the front and set the water bottle down next to the books I originally brought in. However something caught my eye, when I went to look for the transparency for A3 it was right on the top of the pile, I don't think I left it there, as a matter of fact I know I didn't leave it there. I quickly looked around the room for someone acting suspicious instead I saw each group looking and talking about the letter as one of them sat typing while the others talked about A3. Well except for one group the group closest to me three people were typing and talking and one person was looking at me with a smile on his face. "Is there a problem Mrs. Paulick" Kevin questioned. It was like the detective shows, I knew he wanted to tell me something, the smile on his face told me so, so I demanded "Can I see you in the hall" and then I turned and left the room as the whole class became silent. I waited as Kevin came out in the hallway and closed the door behind him. "Is there a problem" he repeated only this time with great concern. "I had the other transparencies on top of the transparency for letter A3 and when I got back to the room A3 was on top." "So you think someone looked at the answers?" he said as the concern still showed on his face. "Yes, which is why I was wondering if you noticed anything?" "I'm sorry but no one was near your papers Bev" Kevin said with respect and admiration. "I think you just probably put A3 on top and forgot about doing so. I had the same problem to in that body; it's the old age setting in." "I thought about it for a second and it did sound right I mean Bev is kind of old and this was her body "Yeah I probably did that put it on top and forget about it." "I think we better get back in their before the rest of the students think something's wrong" I smiled and nodded in agreement. "But not before you go and check the office door to make sure the doors locked and the lights are off first, because if you forgot about the way you set your papers then maybe you forget about locking the door and turning off the lights in the office. "Yeah I better" I said and went down the hallway to the office as Kevin went back into the classroom. I couldn't help but think how lucky I am to have Kevin in this class, if it wasn't for him their would be no one who respects me in there, and why shouldn't he respect me he's know exactly what I'm dealing with after all this was his body and life. I just can't imagine dealing with it for the rest of my life, I thought to myself as my admiration and respect for Mrs. Paulick continued to grow. I got back into the classroom after checking to make sure the lights and door were locked to the office, which they were. However when I entered the room something weird was happening, the class seemed to be in an upbeat mood and joking around something very different since I last left the room. "Do you want A3 handed in or should we keep it" Paul, a student who was waiting in line for a drink at the water fountain, asked as he held up the printed letter? "Keep it; I'll be going over the answers after break." "Then is it all right if I get a drink now" he said sarcastically. "Yes" I said in the same style he used. Within minutes all the students were pouring out of the room heading to the cafeteria, bathroom, or water fountain and I sat down to organize the papers for after break. However I was interrupted by something in my face, a pair of breasts. I looked up and it was Katie. "Mrs. Paulick I didn't turn in my assignment today because its been a rough last week my grandpa died on Tuesday and we have been dealing with the funeral and my grandmother who was devastated, so I really didn't have time to complete the assignment. I was kind of hoping I could get an extension, a day or even a few hours." I laughed "I'm sorry to hear about your grandpa, but this assignment was given out two weeks ago and you showed a total lack of respect for the class and the work that comes along with it by putting it off until last week" I mean, I did it right after class two weeks ago but I didn't tell her that since I was now Bev. "To me that's a lack of responsibility and by me giving you an extension I would be condoning your lack of responsibility. So to answer your question no their is no extension so if you didn't hand it in today you have until I leave at 4:30 to get it to me and the best you can get is a B. Each day it drops a grade and if you choose to be standoffish and not hand it in, you won't pass the class, unless all work is completed." I could see the anger boil in that pretty little face and I wanted to smile in satisfaction but I kept a straight stern face as she marched her pretty little body out the door in anger. Enjoy those bouncing breasts now I thought to myself, while I give you a grade to match them. I organized the papers as I waited for the class to return. When the students started piling in I heard the word "Bitch" said quietly behind my back as Katie walked past. The whole class gave a snicker as I looked to my left and watched Katie return to her seat. I knew I could have kicked her out of the class, maybe even the school but instead I ignored it exactly like Mrs. Paulick would have done, and I began the second half of class. I went over the letter in A3 using the transparency that went along with it. I then moved onto the indirect way of writing a complaint letter and used a transparency that went along with that. I gave them their homework for next week, ignoring the groan that came with it. Then I told them to do the letter in C2 in their groups and when that is complete they are free to go. The class worked on the letter as I finished drinking the water in the bottle and waited for them to complete their assignment. I began to correct the assignments from last week. That's when I noticed a student's assignment was all wrong. It's as if he didn't read the directions and just did it in five minutes when it should take an hour and I should know because that's how long it took me. I scanned the rest of the papers and found three more that were like that. I was disgusted I called off the names of the students and told them to come up here. I heard movement in the room as I looked in disbelief at the assignments in front of me. With the four students surrounding me and their papers in their hands I began "These assignments were not done correctly. To me it looks like they were rushed and sloppy." I stated as I looked from the two eighteen year olds who thought they were gods gift to women, to the forty year old woman who was going back to school for the first time in twenty two years, to the thick glasses of the unintelligent twenty year old. "You obviously didn't read the chapter since the work is incorrect and you didn't follow the directions. To me this is irresponsible and disrespectful so I want it redone. Now I thought about giving you the chance to redo it without any penalty but that's not fair to the other students who followed the directions and did the assignment correctly. So I will reward you points based on the late assignment scale so if you turn it in to me by the end of the day you still can get a B, if it's tomorrow the best you can get is a C, if it's not turned in an F for the entire class." They all looked at me in disbelief as they looked at their assignment in their hand. I looked down and began correcting the rest of the papers as if they didn't exist when I looked up again they were no longer surrounding me. I corrected the rest of the papers as I waited for the class to finish problem C2. The letter in problem C2 started arriving at my desk and the next time I looked up there was only one group left and Kevin was not in the group. I hope he comes to the office quickly with my body I thought as the last group handed me the letter and left without saying a word to me. I picked up the papers and my books and headed back to the office to wait for Kevin to come with my old body. Seated at the office chair in the same position I first saw Mrs. Paulick in that morning I nervously waited in her body for Kevin to return with my old body. I couldn't stand the wait as I watched the clock go by it was 4:00 and their still was no sign of Kevin so I started correcting the papers from C2. Then I heard what I was waiting for a knock at the door. Good Kevin's here I thought to myself as I turned my head from the papers to the doorway. Only when I looked through the little window on the door I noticed it wasn't Kevin it was Katie. Dam it I thought to myself as I said "Come in" not even thinking about hiding the disappointment in my voice and on my face. "Here" she said practically shoving the paper in my face "is this good" she said emphatically. I took the paper from her and scanned it over. I wanted to crumple it up and throw it in her face to relieve my frustration of not only being in this body but dealing with the total lack of respect people had for this body. However I figured I couldn't do that but I could do something else I thought to myself as I remembered the events in class "Are you going to apologize now?" I said smugly knowing this would set her off. "Apologize" she said and laughed like it was the biggest joke in the world. "You treat people with disrespect, you do not understand people have feelings, and you don't try to help your students succeed, and you want me to apologize Mrs. Paulick. I would never apologize to someone like you" she stated and left the office slamming the door behind her. I wanted to run after her and tell her that it's not me that does that its Mrs. Paulick, I'm Kevin Janz, I'm not the bitch. I treat people with respect and understand people's feelings, just like in class. Then I thought back to the events in class, the way I acted, the way I treated the students. I realized I was Mrs. Paulick, I was in her body treating them like shit, with no respect or consideration, and I acted like the bitch. I didn't want to I wanted to be nice and considerate, I wanted to act nothing like Bev. Why, why did I do it I thought to myself as the door to my office opened just seconds after Katie left, startling me? "What's wrong" I heard my old voice ask? "She's mad about the assignment" I said staring into space. "Not with Katie with you" "I acted like you Mrs. Paulick, I was the bitch" I said as I looked at my old body who was now wearing my coat and backpack "You seemed fine too me" "I wasn't I treated people with no consideration or respect like you always do, and I didn't want to be Mrs. Paulick, the bitch, I wanted to be, well I don't know what I wanted to be I just know I didn't want to be like Mrs. Paulick, the bitch." "Oh" she said as the office was quiet for a second "well I don't want to be Mrs. Paulick, the bitch either" "What" I replied as the thought of being in this body for the rest of my life entered my mind. "No I don't mean I don't want to be Mrs. Paulick, I mean I don't want to be the bitch. I don't want to have to treat people the way I do, but you see how the students are the lack of respect they have for you. What else can you do but try to teach them some respect. I mean just think back to the class, to Katie calling you a bitch, to the students getting a drink at the bubbler before they were done with their work, to them not doing their assignment right. Its a total lack of respect and they deserve what they got from you so the way I see it you were just doing a good job at teaching , and if you acted like me so what, that's what we wanted anyway. "Your right I was just trying to do your job and teach the class, I was just trying to do what I thought was right, I never even realized I was acting like you, and if they do think I'm Mrs. Paulick that's what we wanted." "Good, so you don't feel bad now" "Actually I still feel bad. I feel bad for the way I treated you all the time, if only I knew what you had to deal with everyday." "Well now you know" he said as he raised his hand and caressed my arm and shoulder through the polyester blouse. "Now how about we see if we can get our bodies back." My face lit up should with excitement "should we call over there?" "How about we go over there instead" my old body said as he began rummaging around the office. I watched intently as he put papers and books in a white book bag and set that on the desk. He moved over to a coat rack in the corner and pulled off a long light brown trench coat and a black purse. "Here" he said handing me the coat "take off your keys and put this on". I removed the keys and set them on the desk, and then I took the coat and put my arms through the sleeves of the coat. "Well what are you waiting for button it up, do the belt, and fix your collar." I looked for the buttons on the one side of the coat only all I noticed was holes. I heard a chuckle "Try the other side" I reached to the other side and found the buttons on the coat, so I started buttoning the buttons struggling with each one as I went up. When I was buttoned up I pulled on the strands of the belt that were hanging on each side and brought them up to my waist and pulled them through the loop and snug to my body. I placed my hands by the collar and folded the end that was sticking up. "Now take your keys and put them in the front pocket of your coat since your hands are going to be full." I took the keys from the desk and placed them in the pocket and waited for my next instruction. Now put this over your shoulder she said as she held out the purse by the strap. I grabbed the strap of the black purse and placed it over my shoulder. He picked up the book bag off the desk and stuck it out with ease. "Here you go" I reached out to take the book bag and as soon as he released it, my arm practically ripped out of the socket. I heard another chuckle "Not so strong are you" "No this thing weighs a hundred pounds" I stated trying to get a different grip, one that made it lighter. "I just had it a minute ago, its light as a feather" my old body said and chuckled once more as I recalled the events of a second ago him lifting and holding the book bag like nothing was in it. "Anyway I think it would be best if we took your car." "Sounds good" Well then there's only one more thing we have to go over, you saying good night to Mary, the blonde woman at the receptionist's desk when you walk in." "Mary" I repeated. "Yes say good night to her as you walk by and then head out to your car. I'll leave first and wait in the lobby for you to walk by. When you do I'll follow you to the car. Okay" "All right" "I guess I'll see you out there, and don't forget to lock the door and shut off the lights." Bev said and left the office leaving the door open. I waited a second before heading out into the hallway and setting the book bag just outside of the office door. Then with my free hand I shut off the lights, closed the door and reached into my pocket and pulled out the keys and locked the door before returning them to my pocket and picking up the hundred pound book bag. Down the second floor hallway I went, down the steps around the corner to the front desk where Mary was working. I said "goodnight Mary to which she replied "Goodnight Bev" as I passed her area and went out the front doors of the college heading for my car. I went straight for my Chevy Lumina towards the back of the lot. When I got to the driver's door I heard my old voice behind me "The other side Bev" I turned and looked at him coming towards the driver's door. "What" she questioned me as I watched my old body coming toward me. "I have the keys, the titles in my name, right now this is my car and besides you'll be busy doing something else" "What" "Don't worry about that now, just get in the car before someone sees you" I quickly went around the car to the passenger door. When I got there I heard the automatic locks release, my door was unlocked and my old body was waiting for me to get in. So I opened the door and placed the book bag and purse by my feet and sat in the passenger seat of my car and then proceeded to close the door. My old body took a deep breath and said "Amazing" and then shook his head in disbelief. "What, did I do something wrong" "No, it's just I still can't get used to this I have been in that body for forty-seven years." "Forty-seven" I repeated "I thought you were forty-two or three at the latest." "Why thank you but nope I'm the ripe old age of forty-seven for which seventeen of those years I have been walking in and out of the college to my office and classroom to do my job as a teacher. Five of those years I have been saying goodnight to Mary. Then today I get to see someone wearing my clothes and body teaching my class exactly like I have been teaching for the past seventeen years. I get to see someone walking out of the college in my clothes and body like I have been walking out and in for the past seventeen years, and saying goodnight to Mary like I have been saying for the past five years." There was silence in the car for a second before I heard Bev speak again "It's unbelievable" as she put the keys in the ignition and started the car. I was still stuck on the fact that Bev was forty seven, forty seven, forty seven, somehow that kept repeating in my mind. That was until I heard Bev, Bev Bev shouted at me. "I'm sorry what" I said "Which way do I have to turn?" "Right" I replied "Now that I have your attention what are we going to do if Helda is that her name" "Yeah" "Well what if Helda is not home or doesn't answer her door, what then? I don't have time to sit and wait, Brian; my husband is expecting me home with his dinner. Although I could call and tell him I'm working late, but he would have to make his own dinner which he hates. However the thing I'm worried about is if he calls the college, Mary saw me leave and will tell him I'm not there, he then might call the police or the entire army looking for me. Another option might be to bring you home but I don't know what we would say to Brian? It was obvious; I couldn't believe she didn't think of it. However before I could even get the thought out of my mouth Bev began speaking again. "Which is why I think it would be best if we live each others lives until noon tomorrow. Now we could try tomorrow to reach Helda in the morning but I have a class to teach at 9:00 and I have office hours from 8:00 until class starts which means I have to get up about 6:00 or 6:30 to be ready on time. Plus I think she's trying to teach us a lesson so I think she will be no help until noon anyway. What do you think?" I guess I was wrong Bev did think of the obvious solution. She has a husband she can't stay out all night waiting for Helda without arousing his concerns or fears. Bev also can't wake up at 3:30 or 4:00 and not expect her husband to be suspicious as to why she is getting up so early, where she is going at this time of the morning. Plus I'm sure he depends on her for duties around the house cooking, cleaning, or who knows what. "If she is not home, that is the only solution, I have to be Bev Paulick and you have to be Kevin Janz. "That was easy I thought you would put up more of a fight then that. I mean your going to be living the life of a forty-seven year old bitch when you should be living the life of an eighteen year old young man" "I know, I know but that's the only solution." "All right then why don't you reach in the back and pull out a notebook and pen out of the backpack and write down what I need to know about your life to get by until noon tomorrow." As I did that Bev asked me "What road are we looking for" "Lincoln" I responded as I had the pen and notebook in my hand and turned to the front. "I'll give you the rest of the directions as we go along." So my old body was driving as I rode along writing everything that Bev needed to know about my life, while giving directions to her. God I hope Helda's home. "You actually went up to this house" my old body asked as we were parked in front of the creepy run down house. "Yes" "You really must have wanted revenge, because I would never go to a place like this." We took a second of silence looking over the junky house. "Stay in the car, I'll go see if she's home." "All right" I said as I watched my old body exit the vehicle. I watched with my face pressed against the passenger's side window. My old body walked up the stone path to the house. He took a step on the first step and looked down probably worried about falling through the wood I imagined. He took another step, then two more feeling more confident in the wood below; however he had to battle another problem as he got closer to the house. His hands were flying around his head brushing at the cobwebs hanging from the roof of the porch. At the door my old body gave a knock. However I saw no answer or movement, another knock and the same silence. He tried the knob then turned and gave me a frightened look before turning back around and knocking once again. He knocked again, and again, and again but there was not a single movement in the house. My old body then made his way to a window on the far end of the porch. I watched his head press against the glass for a few seconds before turning along with the rest of his body and coming back to the car. With both of us back in the car we sat staring at the house which became uglier and gloomier with each passing second. My old body's frustration finally gave out. "God dammit I should be the one picking up Chinese food and going home to my house and having dinner with my husband, instead where is the notebook" she said angrily tearing it from my hands as I handed it to her. She opened it up to the page I was writing on and scanned the notebook "instead I'm studying psychology, having roman noodles and drinking beer while watching wrestling with my roommates." However I was stuck on the word husband I guess I was so busy that I never thought about her husband. I was a married woman, I was Mrs. Paulick, Mrs., I have a "Husband" I said out loud instead of to my self which I meant to do. "Yes husband that's what the Mrs. is for" she said sarcastically as she moved around in the car trying to reach into the pocket of the jeans. "Here" she said holding folded up paper "this is what you need to know to be me." I unfolded them and saw three sheets of paper. "One is my schedule, another is my clothes where there located what I wear and how to get dressed like the makeup and products and procedures I use, the third is a list of people and what you need to know about them." "My list isn't this detailed" I stated scanning the pages she wrote in my familiar handwriting starting with the schedule. "Don't worry I'll manage, I don't have a husband to which I have been married twenty four happy wonderful years, a husband that I have to kiss when I get home and when I leave." "What I have to kiss him" "No you don't have to, but I always did" "Well I'm sure he won't miss one or two kisses." Well then fine don't kiss instead I think you should wait until he's half undressed getting ready for bed. When he is standing in his slacks with his belt around his waist, and socks still on his feet and the look on his face shows what a long and stressful day he has had. How he barely has enough energy to get undressed. You decide to help him out of the rest of his clothes. Dropping to your knees you open up his buckle and undo his pants pulling them to his ankles. Then with your hands on the elastic of his boxers you yank them down and the next thing you know you're staring at his cock which you slip in your mouth quickly. So you find yourself sucking on his now hard cock until you think about how tired he is and what he would probably prefer doing then having your lips around his cock. Thus you get up and move to the beginning of the dresser and position your body so that your right hand is on the dresser, and then you tell him to lift up the jumper and fuck you. In a millisecond his cock is in your pussy, you'll look to the right and stare in that direction until your husband turns you and you end up having both hands on that dresser. It will be no time before you two cum together. Then your husband will fall back on the bed out of breath and you will go over to the bottom right hand drawer of the dresser and pull out the first nightgown on top and head for the shower. So you'll undress and shower washing both of your juices off your body and then slip into the silk nightgown that goes to your waist and enter the bedroom to find your husband laying on the bed naked rubbing his cock that's at full attention Hop on he says as you look at his face which no longer shows his long stressful day and the lack of energy his entire body has. Instead he is gleaming with a grin that could brighten the whole room all caused by your actions. So not wanting to disappoint him you hop on and try to give him the ride of his life. You cum twice and finally he erupts resulting in him being out of breath again. You slip him out of you and feel the warm liquid starting to run on your legs as you roll over next to him. A minute or so later you watch as he gets up and turns off the lights ending your lovemaking so you roll over on your side and you feel him slide back into bed. Then you feel his body and cock pressing up against you and his arms wrapping around you cuddling you. "Goodnight he says as you rest comfortably with your head on the pillow and in no time you fall asleep in your husband's arms." Then Bev laughed as the whole thing was a joke "If I were you I would be more concerned with the rest of the stuff on the three sheets of paper then with my husband." and she proceeded to start up the car. I scanned the three sheets of paper trying to memorize as much information as I could in between Helda's house and the college. I didn't have nearly enough time to memorize it all; before I heard my old body state here we are. I looked up and noticed we were in the college parking lot, however we were by the staff parking not the student parking idling right behind two cars a Toyota Camry and a Ford Truck. "I take it the Red Toyota Camry is the one I'm going to be driving" She smiled at me and that was the only conformation I needed "Well you better get going your husband's waiting" my old body said after we stared at the Camry for the past few seconds. Reluctantly I said "All right" and stuffed the papers in the book bag at my feet, and reached for the door handle to open the door. With the door open I picked up the book bag and purse at my feet and lifted them up to my lap. I swung my legs out and stepped out with each in hand. As I adjusted the purse over my shoulder and adjusted the book bag I heard my old voice" Good night Bev" I replied "Goodnight Kevin" and shut the door to the car. No sooner then I shut the door he stepped on the gas and zoomed off leaving me breathing in his smoke as I made my way to the Camry. By the Camry, I set the book bag down and reached into my pocket for the keys. It took me a few seconds to figure out which one was for the car but obviously I had the right one when I heard the automatic locks open. I grabbed the door handle opened it up, picked up my book bag and placed it in the passenger seat along with my purse before I got in. With the keys in the ignition and the car running I went to back out of the lot. That's the first time I got a clear up close and personal look at Bev's face, as I looked into the rearview mirror. I saw her short chestnut brown hair, her chestnut brown eyes, and the wrinkles in her face. However it was now my reflection, so it was now my chestnut brown hair, my chestnut brown eyes, my wrinkles in my face. It was how all the students past and present and the entire faculty including Mary saw me, as Bev Paulick. I put the car into reverse and backed out of the parking space that the other Bev Paulick parked in, in her body sitting in her driver's seat wearing the same clothes and probably sitting with her purse and book bag in the exact spot. Off I went first stop Chinese restaurant.