“I think of it as mind sharing. Coral’s link merged our minds and we share the merged section. Instead of sending thoughts or words back and forth... as in telepathy, either of us can create a thought and it appears to both of us at the same time. For me, my thoughts are translated into one or more brief sentences that are then translated into thought images. I suspect Coral thinks in thought images, so it doesn’t need to be translated for her. It seems to me that these short images are like word. "Humpty-Dumpty's gotta go!"Tiffany's heart sank. Humpty-Dumpty was Gallagher's derisive nickname for Cliff Farrow. "He - he didn't come back here, did he?" she faltered. "He promised me he never would again." Humpty-Dumpty," Dippy recited, "took a great fall. He's downstairs right now, puking in the hall." Oh goddd," Tiffany groaned. Ever since Cliff had found out what she was really doing he had been impossible. Impossible! Following her around all the time, making terrible drunken scenes in. I walked him over to the desk and bent him over. “How many strokes of the cane do you think, Angie.” said Janine handing me the 3 foot long implement. “Six, I think.” “Oh, I was sure you’d say 12. Lets split the difference and make it 9 then.” I slid my hand up between his legs to make him part them and felt the weight of his cock resting on my hand. I took up my position to one side and Janine moved Ellie in place to make sure she got a good view. Swish, I brought it down hard across his. ', '3-... ', '4-... ', '5-... ' Breathe!As he began to press down on her diaphragm again, he saw her chest rise slightly by itself. Not daring to hope, he pressed his head down between her breasts, his ear against her shattered breastbone.'I can hear her heartbeat!' he realized, and let out a "Whoopee", overjoyed that she was alive.If her blood was circulating, she could heal herself. Overcome with emotion, he sat there and wept uncontrollably.After a few moments, he looked up; trying to.