Most of them came and went, leaving little more than an unpleasant emotional texture behind. But two stuck in his mind. The first was an old nursery r...hyme he knew, about a centipede trying to become conscious of how he walked, and becoming hopelessly confused. First, he saw the poor critter as a cartoon style beast. Then, he was the centipede.He woke up, with a feeling of urgency. He grabbed some paper and a pen, and wrote what he could remember. He just hoped that the next morning, when he. Looking up at me with a devilish grin, she replied, And youll do the same, right? With pleasure! I answered as we 69ed again, quickly sucking the remnants of our love-making from each other. Reaching the vestibule without saying anything, I broke the silence with an apology. I dont know what came over me! Ive never done anything like that before. Neither have I. she said, and noticing the guilty look on my face, added, But, we can keep this as our little secret. God! I hope so. After a moment. My face was soon dripping with her warm saliva. "You taste salty," she said.She slurped into one of my ears, and it gave me such a shivery sensation that my entire body convulsed. I nearly dropped her. Readjusting my grip on her ass, my fingers slid up deeper into her crack. The slippery warmth excited me, as did the sense of taboo. I was approaching my sister's anus. A place I was never supposed to be. This was so, so wrong! But I desperately wanted to touch it. I wasn't sure how she'd react,. The trouble was, I think he was saner before he 'readjusted' than afterwards. How is it possible to readjust yourself to being just another human being, another cog in the machine of meaningless existence, after you've taken part in the greatest adventure of all time?"That's the way Johnny used to talk. He'd go on about some of the others who'd been on those trips to the Moon back then, how they'd gone into politics or business or something. I guess you figure they did OK for themselves, and I.