We padded away, out of the house, across the yard, and round the corner to the kennels. There's a push button thing that lets dogs get in, but not out... and I followed him into the kennel yard, where all the dogs gathered round to congratulate Oscar and sample his new bride. They were all very well mannered, seemingly content to take their turns. There must be some doggie pecking order, but I couldn't work out how it worked. All that mattered was that they didn't fight over me.I wondered why. My accident?” I asked.“Don’t worry, J,” Em said, scowling at Pey. “It was no big deal to watch it in the theater.”“Pey, I’m sorry I made you miss it. I’d be happy to watch with you tonight.”“Really? You’re so cool!”I wasn’t that cool. I had V1 memories. Peyton was born in 1945. We were at the local drive-in to watch Fantasia when Mom went into labor. We had to leave right when Mickey Mouse was enchanting the broomsticks and I didn’t get to see the movie until it was rereleased in the late. 'I rock my hips in slow circles over you as I lean forward and give you a deep, penetrating kiss. Turning my head side to side allows my hair to caress you softly while I kiss and lick my way down your neck to your nipples. I kiss and tease each nipple, biting them gently and flicking my tongue across them until you moan and arch your back, grabbing my hips and thrusting up into me spontaneously as you pull me down tighter around you. 'Hey, I'm supposed to be doing the work right now, I laugh'. Maybe V2 was colorblind. Or maybe my V1 memory was from before the house was painted. Or something.My bicycle was a lot nicer than I remembered. I could remember imagining that I’d ride it into traffic and get run over but decided to leave it home that day so the bike wouldn’t get destroyed. How considerate of me. I didn’t remember ever having a bicycle that nice.I wondered when my father would show up in the hospital to tell me what a disappointment I was. At least I assumed that would be the.