" ... She died three years ago: a brain aneurism, the doctors said; undetectable and unexpected!" Leni reached out and touched my arm." ... I'm so sor...ry ... both for your loss and my mouth! I'm afraid booze makes me a little too bold sometimes; but I'll shut the hell up, now!" There's really no need to apologise, Leni: you weren't to know; and besides, you are very pleasant company!" ... Well ... since you put it so graciously: I've been thinking, and I have a proposition for you..."I had to. .. I don't know quite how to say it, but not having a mother has made things a bit difficult for me." Oh I know Peter, I know," the older woman said sympathetically, laying her hand on her young nephew's thigh in a motherly sort of way.Marilyn wasn't quite sure what was happening to her but for the past few moments she had begun to feel sort of different, it was almost as if she had had a few drinks but not quite, it was a different sort of feeling, one that she couldn't quite identify.. The tip was swollen and the urethra was thick. At least he wasnt huge. That would make it a little easier. Whats the matter? Cat got your tongue? Well he better fucking move because I paid for that mouth and I cant wait to feel it wrapped around my cock. I swallowed hard and moved forward. I still had a chance to stop. I didnt have to do it. I promise it wont bite. Kneel down. I did as I was told and knelt down between his legs. I slipped my hands up his thighs until my hand touched his now. . "I sensed him sending out hundreds of probes that was focused on the memory itself. After another ten or so minutes, he finally announced, "Tim, this memory... It's not real." What? Are you sure? It doesn't feel... Wait, I think... I think I can see what you mean. You said when you move a memory from one part of the mind to another, you always have to make sure all the other memories that point to it are changed to point to its new location." Right. But this memory doesn't have anything.