I was in heaven.That evening Myra told me Roland and Sonja would not be home for dinner. She told me she was going to have a sauna and that I should j...oin her. The sauna was at the back of their apartment, at the end of a long corridor. I gently pushed open the door and was in shock at what I saw. Myra was sitting, naked, on the far bench, her long blond hair soaked with sweat hung in braids around her breasts. Her breasts were larger, filled with milk, with huge red nipples. Her body was thin. I awoke next morning, and spent the day wishing school would hurry up andend. I had planned to buy my food and take them to the park, eat themthere and wander home either in front of the TV choosing whatever channelI wanted to watch, or spending more time than I was usually allowed to onthe computer or play-station, but I now decided not to be too specific,but to do whatever I felt like doing at the time, after all, I now hadthat freedom of choice. At last the bell went, and at 3.45 I rushed. You will, for all intents and purposes, live those days as me.Everything I saw, everything I could smell, what I could feel, taste andhear, all of it Dad, it will be just like you were me. All of thosespecial moments are here; it's my gift to you. Will you take it?"Her father looked at her with tears gushing from his eyes. "Those areyour memories . . . . private, personal." Yes, and I wouldn't share them with anyone else; and when you are donewith them, I'm destroying this recording. But I. She had arrived on a morning flight but had to clearimmigration and customs at Heathrow, drop her luggage off at my house andthen take a taxi to get me. At 55 she still looks like the beautifulwoman who raised me. There are some lines around her eyes but she isslim, tanned and stunning enough to pull off an over the knee skirt and ablouse unbuttoned low enough to see the top of her firm breasts. Wekissed, not like mother and son, but like former lovers, which seemed toshock the nurses. When I.