He could remember personal information such as his identity and who he was, but no actual events. Adrian thought back to what he knew about the human ...brain, and while the information was there, the source of where he gained that information could not be found.“Interesting, my Limbic System seems to be functioning only partially, but I can't find any other part of my mind that is changed. Whatever is going on, I need to make a mental map, should my mind be impaired even further.” The brain. She looks back to me, perky and inquisitive. I rise like molasses to stand beside her, still lost in a daze, still unsure of Sherrie’s meaning or intent. Sherrie’s head gently nudges mine to face the mirror as she slings her arm around my shoulder and looks back at my reflection. My cheeks are obviously flushed. A slight prickling of sweat has started at the bridge of my nose and temples.“C’mon, I have just the thing. “ Sherrie hugs me closer and maneuvers me into her bathroom.“Sit down,” she. I met up with Trudy at the practice rink on a Saturday at 6AM, along with three other medal hopefuls, and they were bummed out!It seems that their red blood cell counts were too high. This had happened to another girl four years ago, and she was DQ'ed, despite her federation claim that it was menstrual.Our federation wasn't even going to allow them to compete in their various sports on Sunday unless they did something about it.There is always the spectre of drugs, even when it seems. We had a great conversation about our past, our futures and about the hooking scene in Colorado, what her prospects might be for success here. She asked a lot of questions about who/what/where/when and how things went in Colorado.She was one of the 'new age' hookers. She didn't work the streets, but worked off the internet. Her prices were considerably higher than the street girls, but her clientele, by and large, were also higher class and could pay more - and we did!After lunch, we went back.