I saw the two of us sitting on our porch swing and after a little bit of talking, I'd be ready for my first kiss.It didn't exactly happen that way. I ...emember leaving Carlton on the porch while I went inside to get us both a glass of lemonade. Our parents were out so I felt at ease. I couldn't have been gone for more than five minutes before I came back and got my heart broken.I still remember standing there in the doorway with two glasses of lemonade as my fat assed sister, made out with my. Everyone treated it as a normal occurrence for the time of year. "The main rainy season finished in mid-April but we get these little rains storms from time to time," one told me. "We're okay up here, its those that live in the valleys that have to worry as they get the run-off from this plateau." That was a little rain storm?" The man smiled and nodded, "In the wet season it could last all day." I soon noticed the road below the window that had been awash, was rapidly drying up and after. But that seemed all really like too much hard work for the man who mumbles about rape and sex in his sleep. The man who wants to fuck his wife?s ass and then make her clean up. It was not enough!?John struggled, his dream had gone from completion to depletion in minutes. His mad wife was going to do something awful to him. ?No, don?t worry I would not cut your dick off, it would mess up the mattress. I have a little surprise.?With a wink she went to the door and opened it. There stood Carl.. But not for me. As part of whatever sorceryallows me to move to another body on my death, my memories arerefreshed and made new by every rebirth. How else could I remember mybeloved wife Marinna, now fifteen hundred years dead? And yet I wasfinding it hard to recall the details of my first meeting with Rune.This was not due to Archimage's spell any more, or to the passage oftime. This was down to me. My mind was shying away from the memory,employing the standard response of any human mind to.