Sean snuck into the living room where Jay and Samantha were busy making out on the couch, and got readings for both of them. After about fifteen minutes fiddling with things on his computer, he took the remote back into the living room, and zapped them both, again unnoticed.
Smiling, Sean headed for bed, eager for the next morning.
And he wasn't dissapointed, either. For there at the breakfast table was a lisping, limp wristed Dan, a big guy who introduced himself as 'Sam', and a petite little waif who Sam called Jessica, and who Sean knew was really Jay, required to do whatever Sam told 'her' to do, like Jay always figured a proper girl should.