In the morning, Lisa has an idea how to get the chaos ball rolling.

Jonny’s eyes fluttered open slowly the following morning. The world was a blur, but light seemed to pour in from a nearby window. “What the fuck?” Jonny groggily said as he felt a very definite but blurry presence perched upon his chest. He moved his hand about for the glasses Jack’s body required. Finding them, he put them on and looked again. Lisa straddled his small, thin body. “Mornin’ sleepy head,” said the beautiful middle-aged red-head as she smiled sexily atop Jonny’s resting vessel. “Oh so that’s you . . . felt some pressure so I thought I might have grown boobs overnight . . . not sure I could do that in my sleep, actually,” Jonny mused. Lisa chuckled. “You’re so funny, Master,” she commented. Jonny looked up at her again. She was dressed in a black, lacey nightgown that showed off her breasts beautifully. Her sexy legs were a few inches from Jonny’s face. She leaned down and kissed him passionately on the lips. Jonny smiled back.

“I’m going to have a tough time getting up if you’re there,” he said. Lisa laughed again. “Well getting up certainly wasn’t a problem for you last night . . . probably the most action Jack’s body has ever had.” Jonny nodded. As he lustily looked Lisa up and down, he said, “Well I had good motivation.” Lisa climbed off him, and he slowly sat up, moved to the edge of the bed, and put his feet on the ground. “Last night was amazing,” he said. Lisa just smiled. “For someone who’s only been inside that body for less than a day, you sure do know how to use it,” she said. Within a couple minutes, Lisa came back in with a plate of fresh-made pancakes and handed them to Jonny, who took them happily and began munching.

“You know I forgot that this body still needs to eat to stay healthy. I mean, I could have any meat suit I want, but if I don’t take care of it, it’ll wear out,” he said. Lisa nodded. Jonny sat on the edge of the bed and powered through his meal. “So you quit your job I take it?” he asked. “I did,” Lisa answered with a slight laugh. “What’s funny?” Jonny asked. Lisa paused for a minute. “Well, Master, my boss—a man named Stanley Glickman—told me I was crazy for quitting . . . said I didn’t have my head on straight and that my priorities were all wrong,” she explained. It seemed to bother her; she chocked up a bit. “Shame too . . . I always got along well with him,” she said, seemingly a bit said.

“He said those things, did he?” Jonny asked, a twinge of anger in his voice, “tell me about ol’ Stanley Glickman, will you?” Lisa thought for a minute. “Well, he’s a big guy . . . I think about 55, and he’s a very talented lawyer. Imagicorp is tomorrow going to announce that he’ll be the lead counsel in the anti-trust case that the government has instituted against them.” Jonny could tell from his host’s memories that Imagicorp was the hottest new technology company on the market right now, folks whose inventions would redefine the way people thought about the human brain, about memory loss, about virtual reality, and so on. This was the company that the tech folks thought would unseat Apple, but now the government had accused them of monopolistic practices and started a suit that could split the company in two—still formidable, but it would be a shell of its former self. Jonny thought for a minute. “Get dressed,” he told Lisa, “we’re going to pay Stan a visit.”

A few minutes later, the two were in one of Lisa’s many nice cars and headed downtown to a skyscraper that housed the law offices that, until this very morning, had employed Lisa. Jonny had conjured for himself a nice suit, and Lisa wore a black formal gown that showed off her impressive figure, particularly her bust. The two got out of the car and left it in a parking garage and walked together into the building. The entered through the rotating glass door and passed a very well-dressed greeter on the way in and boarded an elevator. Jonny pushed the button, and they began to ascend.

“The whole top floor of the place is his office except for where his secretary sits,” Lisa explained as the elevator hummed upward. “What does he think of uninvited visitors?” Jonny asked. Lisa paused for a minute. “I’m not sure about them in general, but I can bet he will not like me,” she said as the elevator came to a stop with a pleasant “ding” sound and the doors opened. The two stepped off the elevator on the top floor and walked down a short hallway and through another door, where they came upon a woman at a desk. “We’d like to see Mr. Glickman please,” Jonny said very politely. The woman looked up at the visitors with a look of surprise.

Jonny studied her. This woman appeared to be about 30 years old with long dark hair cascading down her back. She wore dark-rimmed glasses and a very form-fitting red dress that hugged her every curve. Her breasts were sight to see. She was exactly the kind of woman a wealthy older man would want around all the time. “He isn’t going to want to see you,” she said, looking to Lisa. “Then he’ll be happy to learn that he has a chance to yell at the woman who just left him high and dry just as they were about to begin prepping trial strategy, so please inform him that we’re here. The buxom secretary pushed a few buttons on her phone and seemed to read a response. “Go on in . . . nice knowing you,” she said in a forlorn tone as Jonny and Lisa entered the man’s office.