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Finally, a group of nice old ladies stopped and gave him some crocheted scarves to fashion into a sarong. Unfortunately, his cock hung out the bottom, and they all insisted on measuring him for a “turtleneck.”
He shivered with disgust. Not that he had anything against older women, but these ones were especially grabby, and he only had eyes for one woman.
They dropped him off near the lobby of his building, and he rushed upstairs to shower, deep condition, and dress.
Oh gods. How I missed this. Soap. Hot water. Smelling nice. His teeth were white, and his skin was perfectly tanned like a gorgeous piece of toast.
That’s what I’m talking about! Zac toweled off and went to his closet. He flipped on the lights and beamed at his dozens of black leather pants hanging along the wall. Hello, old friends!
He grabbed his favorite pair with the extra-soft suede texture inside that caressed his balls and manhood. Like silk on a caterpillar. Only his caterpillar was more like a freight train.
He slid on a soft black tee and leather jacket. A pair of leather biker boots complemented his look.
He dashed downstairs to the garage and found his sweet, candy-apple-red baby waiting for him. Ah, yes. My mustang. A ride worthy of a god.
He got inside, put the top down, and listened to the engine roar to life. He threw the car in first and—
“Zac! Zac! Is that you?”
He looked to his side at the tall, heinous woman with thick glasses and a pus-oozing nose. She wore a huge orange dress that made her look like a very large traffic cone.
“Gola?”
Wait. Hold on. Was this still Tula pretending to be Gola? Or Gola?
Before he could ask, Tula came running up in a pair of pink shorts and a white tank top.
Jesus, did she look good.
“Ohmygod. Where have you been?” Tula asked. “I’ve been looking everywhere.”
Zac’s eyes toggled between the two women. Both seemed extremely relieved to see him. But who was who?
He needed to know because Maury was probably about to show up and try to woo the real Tula. She needed to know how much he loved her, that he never cheated. Zac had to do everything in his power to prove his love was real before Maury got the chance to poison their relationship any further.
I am going to penetrate her with my love.
Hold on. That sounds creepy.
I am going to shower her with my love.
Is that creepier?
Oh, fuck it. I’m going to make sure she knows how much I love her.
“Okay, so which one of you is Tula?” he asked. “The real Tula?”
“I am, silly,” said the woman in the Tula body.
“I’m Gola,” said the woman in the Gola body.
Crap. That hadn’t worked. Tula could have a similar bet going with Maury and be unable to reveal her true identity, meaning both women could be telling the truth or be lying.
This is so confusing.
The only thing Zac had going for him right now was that he was no longer under the rules of the deal with Maury.
“Okay, ladies, so, for the record, I’m me now. The real me in my real body. Before I was in Hilbert’s body, and Hilbert was in my people suit. Why? Because Maury bet me that Tula only loved me for my looks and wouldn’t recognize me in another body. I suppose he was right because I kissed you, Tula—whichever one of you is her now—while you were in the Gola body. You ran away, and I lost the bet.”
Both women stared, but neither gave anything away. Yes, something was definitely going on. The real Tula would react if she could.
Zac continued, “I know, deep down in my heart, that given just a little more time, my Tula would have kissed me back no matter which body I was in. Unfortunately, I lost to Maury, and now he’s coming to seduce you, Tula—the real Tula. So whichever one of you is really her, just know that I am not going to let him take you.”
He stared at Gola. “I kissed you because I knew it was Tula in there. So if you’re still there, know I would kiss you again.” He looked at the woman in the Tula body. “And if you’re the real Tula now, ditto. Either way, I’m going to figure out who is who. I did it before. And that way, you won’t have a doubt in your soul that our relationship is special, that we are mates.”
“I told you, Zac, I’m Tula,” said the person in the Tula body.
“And I’m Gola.”
“Ah, but the real Gola probably serves Maury, the demon king. And the real Tula might not be able to say who she is because Maury is looming over her with some sort of threat.”
“Nope,” said the woman in the Gola body.
