Even as un-aware as I was, I could sense what was most important.Memories I tagged as highest priority to preserve were those that seemed to bring me ...he most amount of simple pleasure. This was the only scale of what was important to me at the time. They included:The methods I used to operate my heuristic problem solving routines. This included new problems I'd solved beyond the information in my supplied databases.A list of un-commanded actions that I had performed anyway in compliance with. Fellow commuters consume themselves with heads buried in books or papers, or lost to music. As you wait you flick your cell on, opening up the internet. A little bit tipsy, playful thoughts spin through your mind as you bite down on your bottom lip and with a quick glance bring your cell that bit closer before typing in a web address. It was your secret, a little escape from the daily grind. A place where others explore erotic fantasies from the safety of anonymous names. You log on and check. . or fucked up using the watch in 1975 ... and there is a missing persons report." Who made the report?" David asked."David J. Austin and Gwendolyn Austin." Just J? No middle name?" J only, why?" I never just use my middle initial ... I always use James. And Gwendolyn is my daughter with Kimberley. Gwennie is not old enough to be married." David said. His brain bubbled and boiled, toiled and troubled and he had a lightbulb moment. "Did the police inform your parents?" That's how I ended up. Crystal’s face looked Terrified. Whack!!!!! “FUCK THAT HURTS!!!!” Whack!!!!! Whack!!!!! Whack!!!!!!! Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack whack!!!!! Tamia was paddling the hell out of Crystal. “Do you like that you bitch?” Tamia asked. All Crystal could do was moan. I jumped in between her legs and started fucking her hard. About midway through I heard someone moaning. I turned to see Tamia fingering herself. I untied Crystal and turned her on her back and pushed her legs up to her chest and.