Helen's mother is at the door.

"Relax," Helen said as she carefully approached the window, "we can just igno- shit it's my mum!" She quickly pulled herself back and reflexively covered her chest and crotch.

'Why is that a problem?' Came Adam's thoughts to Helen. 'You were about to say we could ignore whoever is at the door and I'm in agreement with you.'

"No, you don't understand," Helen whined as she sat down her boyfriend's nude body and put her head in her hands. "I messaged her a little while ago to say that she could come round for lunch. She was pestering me about having not been over since she helped us move in. I think she wants me to help her pick an outfit for a work do she's got as well."

'Nice of you to tell me this!' Adam responded to the afternoon plans made without his knowledge. 'Well at least I can hide up here after lunch whilst you help her put on clothes for an hour. That is, if you return control of my body which is still stark bloody naked!'

Helen rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's internal dialogue but acknowledged what he was saying. She began to hurriedly put his clothes back on but came to a sudden realisation she didn't have to do this. "You know what, you can clean this up whilst I go back to my body and answer the door."

Before Adam could even process what Helen had said, her spirit shot out of his body and whizzed through the wall. It felt as though all the warmth in him evaporated and he froze from his skin to his core. Adam's body toppled over like a falling manikin as he realised he had control again too slowly. Fortunately for him he avoided hitting anything too hard. Whincing only a little, he pulled on his clothing and made his way over to the bathroom to get something to clean the mirror with. The thought of Susannah, Helen's mum, coming upstairs to see his spunk painted across it mortified him.

As he left the bedroom door he crossed paths with Helen who seemed to be moving a little stiffly. "I think I returned to my body a bit too quickly," she said wryly. Adam resisted the temptation to remark on how she had exited his.

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Adam had managed to remove his bodily fluids from the mirror easily enough. He had also showered and put on a change of clothes before coming downstairs to greet Susannah. Helen's mum had, in fact, seen him (well, Helen piloting his body) through the window and noticed that he appeared to be naked. Luckily for Adam, the fact that he had showered gave him the perfect cover that he had actually been wearing only a pair of shorts and was doing some last minute yoga. Susannah appeared to accept this as the truth. She also appeared to enjoy the thought of Adam doing yoga.

Adam had teased her a little about this. He enjoyed flirting with Susannah much to the chagrin of Helen. Over lunch he had turned up the heat a little, perhaps as **** for how Helen had used his body earlier. Adam remarked on how well Susannah pulled off her outfit; a denim skirt, fishnet tights and a dark red tank top. With her tattoos on display and curvaceous figure, she looked like a mature rock goddess.

They were now all sitting at the dining room table after eating their lunch of salad and pasta. Helen had whipped it up for the three as quickly as she could, but couldn't pretend that she hadn't forgotten her mother was coming over. She told a partial truth in admitting that it was due to being distracted by a book she had bought from Jinn's Emporium.

"What about you, Adam?" Susannah said raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "I know you're not into the occult like Helen and myself, so what did you think of the book?" Her grey eyes pierced into Adam's skull causing him to shiver.

"Oh, yes, very interesting," he said lamely, pulling away from her gaze. "I can't wait to try out another spell."

"Another spell?!" Susannah boomed in amazement. "You mean you bought a spell book and read from it?" she said, turning to her daughter.

Helen was paralysed by her mother's glare, but managed not to blurt out an immediate response. She briefly considered how to respond, imagining her mum's reaction if she told the truth before replying.