After fifteen minutes had passed she stepped out of the shower and her panties and bra were missing."What the... I know I brought them in here", she m...uttered to herself. She walked back in her room and finally noticed the empty potion bottle next to what was now her floating panties and bra."Shit", she whispered. She walked toward them, but they backed away as she got close."I command you to sit still", she whispered toward her rebellious underwear but they continued to back away from her."Damn. But you have to. Only memory can tell you about the past, but you never know if it's the past that really happened, or if it's the past you wanted to have happened. Or an entirely different past altogether."And after we close our eyes, like the good, little, obedient sheep we are, we gently drift into a deep comatose state, where our bodies are limp and disconnected from the surrounding world. And our brains, suddenly starved for sensory input and something to do, turns inwards and in the space. “I think I need to lie down for a bit,” he said, then left the kitchen.“He says that with such a straight face,” commented Mom with a smile.“Oh?”“Remember? Nap time for your father on a weekend has nothing to do with napping.”I laughed at this. I did remember that, and how I joined them once. “Daddy must have liked my story from the other night.”“Probably.” She looked at me with her head cocked to the side. “Care to join us?”“Why not?” Mom stood up and I followed. We went up the stairs and. Then she felt him crush against her center with redoubled force. "Oh. Jeh. Net!" Impaled, she felt him throb and spurt within her. She heard him grunt somewhere far above her. Then she felt and heard nothing.Then she felt his weight on her like a gasping blanket. At her push, he struggled off to the side, taking the sheet in which he was entangled with him. Enough later that she was feeling cold, they straightened themselves out. They dabbed up the worst of the mess and moved over to avoid the.