" Well, we were kissing," I said, and I kissed her once more. "I love you, Mom. I've always loved you more than all the world." Yes, but in that way?"...Yes, Mom, in THAT way. I've wanted to do things like that to you every night and every day since I was 11 years old."Mom laughed in surprise. "Eleven years old! My God, honey! Are you kidding?" No, Mom. I've been in love with your lovely big body ever since I knew that there was a difference between boys and girls." Well, I knew that you always. Like me, she continues to regularly smoke weed, but hasn’t been arrested again. While I never had any bitterness toward this woman, a lot of events in my life led to me not think much about her for several years. But recently I’ve started re-visiting that part of my life for the first time, and it’s brought back many sweet, loving, and lustful memories that I’ll always cherish. And I think that this story is particularly worth telling because of the following: 1. The challenge of maintaining a. None of the girls had noticed anything, as I study by sitting motionless with my eyes closed. It's pretty easy to carry on doing that without giving anything away.I conversed internally for a minute or so about what was happening, what we'd learned already, our lives, etc. 7A knew that someone had rolled the twelve 6s but he hadn't gotten any word of any results from the experiment, so 7B's experiences were all new to him. 7A had some differences in his life compared to the other two. " I was thoroughly awake by now, so I got up and threw on abathrobe. Then I thought of something and turned on the light. Sadly, Tim was still there. And in full electric light, I couldsee it really was him, if a little translucent. "Fine," I said. "It was your sister. But that stilldoesn't explain what you're doing here." "Haunting you, silly girl." "But, if Tina isn't dead, you can't be her ghost!" He grinned again. "I'm not her ghost, I'm mine. You see,when you turned Tim Jones into Tina.