I would have to fake itduring my weekend visit to State. On Thursday I was taking my usual jog andpassed a school playground. I heard a voice call, "H...y kid! Wanna play?" Ittook a moment to understand they meant me. It was 5 boys, no more than 12from the looks of them, and they had a basketball. Obviously my smooth, softskin and slight build had them thinking I was a young boy, too. Great. Butfor some reason I really wanted to play. I had a feeling I wasn't going to beasked to play basketball. As you hurry to unload the coffins into the labYou can't help but hate yourself for accepting this shitty job as you pass unopend lab after lab, finaly at the right one, repeatimg this 3 more times was a challenge in its selfWith each coffin you et more and more tiedWith the final coffin in you rest against the table they were places onAs your eyes start to go on you"yes rest don't worry about a thing... It'll be easier thst way"That was the last thing you here the doc say befor nothing, then. . what an interesting case you have proven to be..." Paul simply stared at him. "You are the first case of complete memory recovery we've experienced. Sure, we've had small incidents... usually controllable by medication, sometimes a low level brain scan to reinforce the personality... but _never_ a complete recovery where the original personality has resumed control. You are quite the talk around the division..." "It's nice to be popular," Paul said coldly. "Don't really know what to do. He looked over at the cliff and he remembered the day he first saw her.She looked so beautiful as he spied her in his glasses. A combination of sensuousness and innocence all wrapped up in a pretty little package. Sunning herself on the rocks. Then falling asleep and pleasuring herself in a wet dream. He smiled at the memory and felt his manhood growing in his pants. He was so horny, he wanted her and soon, he had been teased enough by her nakedness and beauty. He couldn't stand it any longer.