I tweaked one, shuddering.I ripped off my skirt and tights, and then my panties. I didn’t want to part with them, but they’d just be in the way fo... what was going to happen next.Naked, I closed my door to hide the evidence. Then I crept down to her bedroom. It was right next to mine. The farthest from the master bedroom where our mom slept. I crept into Clarissa’s room, heading for her closet. She wouldn’t need anything in here. It had louvered slats, letting you see out, but not in. I felt so. She was absolutely gushing, she's so hot, I thought. Reaching up with my free hand, I cupped the back of Patty's head, pulling it down to mine for a tongue-dueling, passionate kiss.Breaking the kiss, she asked, "Do you really want this to happen?" Yes, I've fantasized about it for a long time." If I do it, will you still respect me?" Of course, I love you, baby. And it's not like you were a virgin when we met. I know other men have gotten to enjoy using this hot, sweet pussy," I said, giving. Now that we were here, perhaps she...was struggling with what it was we had done, and even perhaps thinking I might be as well. I decided to come right out and ask her about it first thing in the morning.The fact was, I still couldn't feed myself, my arms not as yet bendable enough in order to do so. That at least assured me that mom would soon come into my room and have to spend some time sitting next to me on the bed, feeding me by hand. It was an opportunity I wasn't about to pass up either.. Memory is:HIGHLY mutable, rather than being analogous to facts stored permanently on a hard disk.HIGHLY redundant, so gaps can be filled in, often very 'creatively'. Somewhat similar to Error Correcting in computers/communications, but highly dependent on the emotions associated with the gap.HIGHLY multi-layered, similar to there being indexes, indexes of indexes, meta-indexes, etc.HIGHLY associative, in other words, it has some very weird indexes.Very importantly, HIGHLY meta-level.