After a half dozen beers, Chris had lost count. He was out all night until the sun came up boozing and smoking, playing illegal poker games, and having a good time. He had gotten so wasted that most of the night was a blur. He hadn’t remembered many of the unusual bets he had made at the card games. As he stumbled home drunk, a cigarette still in his mouth, he reached his hand to the wall to stop himself from falling over and put his other hand on his dizzy head. He was far too inebriated to realize his body wasn’t his own and his memories too clouded to remember gambling his body away to a beautiful woman. But it slowly came to him as he walked. He had no idea what he was going to tell his wife! He could talk his way out of not coming home, but he didn’t think he could talk his way out of coming home inside of the wrong body!
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