First I talked to this lady who was wearing almost nothing at all, then I was at the beach, and some kid was drowning. I got him to shore, but there w...as a huge fire and a lady screaming about her son. It went on like that for what felt like weeks. I was hurting and so very tired, but every time I tried to sit down, something else happened.When I woke up, I was disoriented but I recognized the lid of the Medical scanner thing so I had an idea of where I was. The dreams, so real at the time, were. As Bob worked her nipples, Jen’s hands were not idle. She was reaching for Bob’s belt and unfastening his pants as fast as she could. Soon, her hand had disappeared inside his pants and was stroking his dick. When she grasped him, he groaned and continued sucking her nipples with a little extra enthusiasm. “Stand up, baby,” Bob directed Jen. She pulled her hand out of his jeans and stood in front of him with her back to me. Still sitting on the couch, Bob began kissing her stomach while. Brenda wrapped her arms around my thighs, drawing me into her, and began to hum around my throbbing prod. That finished me, and I began to erupt down her throat as she clasped me deeply, swallowing all the while. Once she had drained me, I lost all strength and I collapsed onto the counter. A movement caught my attention as I realized Linda and Britney were standing, as if statues, wide-eyed taking in our tryst. Brenda stood and nakedly stretched, half turned, and, licking her lips as she. Uesday, December 11, 2007 (Continued) to Thursday, January 31, 2008The point of view is now reverting to the version of me that is the normal focus of this autobiography. He now includes the version of me that the preceding chapters focused on, and is continuing to use the same body. (Those are sentences you're unlikely to read in any other autobiography.)I now had 128 minds, which is 2^7 so a tidy power of two again, not that it seemed to matter beyond making the arithmetic easy.During the.