When I woke up the next morning, I was fifteen years old again, back in my parent's house, my sister still with the accident in her future, and I had ...ll of my memories from my previous life still intact." That's unbelievable, Bill," she told me. "You're saying that you lived until 1999 and then were suddenly put back in 1982?" That's exactly what I'm saying," I affirmed. "That's what happened to me. The reason I told you about the accident that night was because, at the time, I wasn't sure if. Instead of eating a shit ton of ice cream in my PJs all summer, I kind of unleashed my sexual side. The first time it was unleashed was a week after the breakup. I was watching a movie with my brother and his friend Cody in my room. My brother was only a year older than me so growing up we shared the same friends. I was sitting up at the head the bed, Cody was laying across the middle, and my brother was sitting on the edge at the bottom. As we were watching the movie, I realized it had been. I kept slapping her ass and telling her nobody was going to hear her. She was mine to do whatever I wanted with. We had a safe word period she never used it. Crying her eyes out real tears getting fucking brutally hammered and she didn't stop she didn't want to stop. If anybody were to come across us they would have been convinced that I was r****g and killing her. I was strangling her with my belt. Slapping the shit out of her. Her ass was crimson red and had welts on it from my hands. She. ”“I’m sorry, Cherie. You’re a very good friend and I would never want to hurt you. Come on, come back to bed with us. We want you there with us. We miss you.”“Do I have to?”“Come on, Marg’s worried about you. You’re her special lover. She needs you.”“Yes, we are her special lovers aren’t we.”With that, she got up and I followed her back to her bed. Marg took her into her arms while I sat back and watched. They whispered to each other and kissed a good many times until dawn. I heard my phone.