They both loved my father. Polly, I think, loved my father much more deeply than mom did, but my mother had me and Polly was pushed to the side. My fa...ther died early. Some changes, which were in the works, were never able to be resolved. I do not know if the two will ever be friends again. I wish they could be, for I think the world of my mother of course, but Polly is not far behind."I have heard Polly's side of their life. I am curious to hear what my mother has to say. Who knows what their. His face, and surely mine too, looked like something out of a horror movie; like a long-dead zombie risen from the grave, except that Prof and I were heading toward it. If dehydration was having such an horrific effect on our faces, what damage was it doing inside our body? We didn't discuss that, but it was impossible not to think of it - when we were capable of thinking, because that was going downhill too.Despite all his symptoms, when Prof could, he smiled at me.I started experiencing the. " HOT!!!" Charles finished for her."WHAT?!!!" Diana exclaimed. "It turns you on to fantasize about Lynda and me ... together?" Well ... I was involved, too. But, yeah, I've fantasized about some girl-on-girl action between you and all your girlfriends! Tom told me that he has, too!" OH ... MY ... GOD!!! I married a pervert! How would you like it if I fantasized about you and Tom together?!!!"Charles winced. "Hey ... you made my skin crawl on our honeymoon when you told me about your fantasy of. As she held it, the beads turned pink and drifted tothe pink side."Wow", she said. "Wow, wow, wow." You have got mixed up in some heavy magic"."You believe me?" Yes, I believe you. Or at least, what you're saying is possible. I'vedabbled in magic. I know magic is real. But... let me get this straight.This magic... it altered memories? It made everyone, including me, thinkyou were Paula?" Yes," I replied."That is really advanced, really risky magic. Once you start messing withmemories all sorts.