The connections are purposeful. I select whom I plan to visit, but I can't control the switch into the future or past, not yet. I slipped into the pas...t and visited Mom again. She was about seventeen years old at the time, and while my consciousness occupied that moment in Mother's time, I switched to another person, and in the process, remained in the same time. In fact, Joe, I switched to you. You were about... oh, I'm not sure, twenty years old, maybe slightly younger. You were in a corral. She wanted to be on her own when Andrew arrived. She felt the excitement of anticipation as she heard the knock on the back door. She knew it could only be Andrew. He smiled when he saw her. “I hope I’m not too early,” he said, looking at her still in her wrap. Emily shook her head. “No, I’m just finishing up the breakfast things before I go and get ready.” She showed him into George’s study. “I’ll be about half an hour if everything goes OK,” he said. “No problem,” Emily. “You wash my underwear,” Abbey countered and tossed it in the pot.“You do my homework,”“You rotate my tires,”And on and on it went with each sister continually raising the stakes and the other countering.“Girls girls girls, stop already, this is getting out of hand!” Aunt Sheila tried to put a stop to the outrageous wagering. “This is supposed to be a friendly ‘reasonable stakes’ game.”“We know what we’re doing, stay out of it, you folded.” Abbey replied none too nicely.“Yeah, she’s a big girl,. It has made your body wonderful curvy in all the right places. I just love your beautiful luscious breasts and your mature but still tight ass. So I know you’re a grown woman, but you can’t blame me for wanting to look after you. I feel like it’s my prerogative now you have become my woman.’ ‘It’s very sweet that you think so much of me and I like the idea of you taking care of me,’ Carmen said, setting her glass down and pulling me into a tight hug. Carmen was wearing a papaya colored.