"Absolutely not! We're not doing the heist this way."

"You have to admit. It's an interesting develpment."

"No it's not interesting! The plan was to jump into their husbands and meet at the bank. We're not going to access the deposit box this way."

"I don't know Mrs. Sanderson. You might be surprised what a women's intuition can do."

"Stop calling me Mrs. Sanderson."

"I will once you stop being her."

"You jerk. You really messed this jump up. Shift us back now."

"I can't. The device needs time to charge."

"Then I'm going to the police!"

"No, no, no. That makes no sense at all, honey. No, we should be hush hush. Remember, that deposit box has one of the largest diamonds in the world in it. And while I'm Mrs. Kaye I want to steal her famous cookie recipe. Oh! I may even make them for when Jack comes home, he'll give me his key for sure. Besides, as long as we don't get pregnant and blur our psyches with our host bodies, it's an easy jump back. And let's face it, there's no way we're getting pregnant."

"You've lost your mind."

"No, I'm making sense. This job got much easier. All of our issues accessing the bank have gone out the window. The old guys down at the bank won't bat an eye if we waltz in all dolled up. Please, just trust me."

"Okay. . . fine. But just for a day."

"Yes. A day. That's the spirit. . . Oh fuck!"

"What was that? That sounded a little. . . "

"Oh. . . uh. . . I just realized it's 6pm and Jack will be home any minute. I have to go."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye bye."

Something bothers me about this.

Something I can't put my finger on it.

For one, I don't like the idea of Jack coming home and finding Tom as Mrs. Kaye. He sounded different.

Worse, he has all night with Mr. Kaye. At least Mr. Sanderson just left to go to the driving range. He just texted me. "That was great. I'll be back at 11."

As for Tom. . . I worry. Can he handle a night as Mrs. Kaye?

He'll probably just bake cookies and butter up Mr. Kaye to get the deposit box key.

I have the entire house to myself.

I still feel off. Something feels off.

I guess it's normal. An hour ago Tom was firing up the machine in the storage unit he rented for our little jump.

An hour ago he was Tom.

An hour ago I was. . .

Wait.

Wait, that's not right.

I had my husband so keyed up tonight. He was so hard. . .

Oh, fuck.

Why do I remember that?

Oh fuck, I did feel a little sore between my legs.

No. . . wait. . . that can't be.

Oh fuck, I was the one who initiated. I wanted him before he went to the range. No. . . no, I didn't want him.

whimper . . . I was so forward with him. So desperate to be fucked. Oh no, I'm getting wet again.

Something happened.

My brain is fuzzy but I feel like something happened.

What was it?

Oh god. . .

Oh, no. I asked for it. I begged him to do it.

We're been trying.

I told him to put it back inside of me.

Oh god. An hour ago my husband came inside of me.

Call it a woman's intuition.

Call it instinct.

Every cell in my body feels charged and ready.

Oh god. I know why my memory is blurring together with hers. Why I suddenly feel a heat to go again.

My hubby's sperm just made it to my egg.

I'm pregnant.

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