What also excited me about Mrs. Johnson was that she was a housewife and a mother, and dressed so femininely, all the time. Always wearing very femini...e skirts or dresses, she was my vision of an ideal woman, a total woman, and I envied her.From my bedroom window, I could see the Johnson's house and their driveway, and knew their pattern. Every Sunday morning, they went out for breakfast.I don't know what came over me... the feeling washed over me like a tidal wave... a total adrenalin rush at. "Oh! You will have so much fun! I promise you. After all I have done it before, and you will do it again." No! My head hurts," Jim the President said.Woe said, "This doesn't seem possible." Oh, I almost forgot," Jim the Time Guardian said.He waved his hand as though he was removing something from her. In fact, he was. His mind reached into hers. There, inside her nanobots, was an instruction set. It was one that blocked her memories of who and what she actually was. He removed the blocking. I knew if the time came, I’d have a very difficult time with the decision, but Stephie had shown me the way, and to reject what she had herself done would, in my mind, dishonor her memory.I’d seen that behavior early in the school year when one of the kids who had come to the Rap Session had made the comment about his grandmother dying of cancer, and his admonition to his parents to not let Grandma die, no matter what. As I’d tried to explain, she was going to die. It was only a matter of when,. You climb a few steps, supported by me, and hear a door open. The air inside the room smells fresh and clean, there is a hint of vanilla in the air. ‘Where are we going? It better not be any place nice, I am far from presentable!’ You cry in mock outrage, but I know you better and I know you trust me. Upon entering the threshold, I left you up under your knees and around your shoulders, holding you close to my body. The steady pace of my legs lulls you into relaxation as I slowly set you down.