Dislocation Crisis

Social fear of female writer and boss exchanging souls I huddled on the leather chair in the president's office and signed a 30 million contract for him. And he was using my body to stutter out his acceptance speech at the Writers Forum. We hate each other but have to video chat every day to teach each other how to play ourselves. Until his nemesis put his arm around my waist and said, "Have sex tonight?" And my old enemy, the writer, leaned over and asked him, "Do you want to have sex?" The video suddenly connected, and we stared at the screen with our eyes wide open at the same time——