Maybe?

Sarah didn't answer. She blinked a few times, looked around at her surroundings and frowned. Then her gaze fell on Tom and she frowned even harder until, finally, her expression melted into a thin smile. She took Tom's hands into hers and said "I'm sorry for what happened to Sarah. She didn't deserve to die so young, she was a good person. I know you don't like me, but if you need anything my door is always open".

Tom was confused, yet remembered that something similar had happened before when she'd turned into Marcia. She'd gotten in character as soon as she transformed and it had taken a bit for her to snap out of it. It was probably normal.

Yet Tom was still worried. What if it wasn't normal? What if something had gone wrong? What if-

His thoughts came to an halt when Sarah? thrust herself forward, pressing her body against his. The feeling of her perky tits pressed against his chest and her scent, so different from Sarah's one, were doing strange things to his body. Then she put her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear "I will do anything to make you feel better".

His worries were replaced by all kinds of lewd images in his head. He usually would immediately put a stop to them, he was fiercely loyal to his wife, but the woman in front of him _was_ his wife. At least on the inside. So there would be nothing wrong if something happened, right?

Yet before his head cleared enough for him to say or do anything Sarah's threw herself back, putting some distance between them again. She winked and, with a smile still on her face, said "For a price, that's it". Then she turned around and swiftly left the house.

Tom stood where he was, blinking. He didn't know what to think. It had all been...so sudden. She'd went from zero to a hundred in a second. He'd been unable to keep up with her. And what she said last...

She'd really gotten into character. Or at least, he hoped that was she had acted like that.

He looked at the coin still on the pavement. He lowered himself to pick it up but withdrew his hand as soon as he touched it; it was still too hot. Then he went to the window and, while watching Sarah cross the street and enter Tasha home, formulated a plan in his head. Tomorrow the coin would surely be cold, so he would pick it up and go to Tasha's house and see what she's doing. Then he would decide what to do next.