David and Beth held a silent conversation and then David nodded. "Some," he said.Erin nodded and accepted David's glass. He mixed himself a vodka mart...ni as a replacement."One for me too," Chris said, as he passed his wine to Leah."When I was growing up," Elizabeth said, "we'd have eggnog with a little rum at the holidays. Of course, my father never put much rum in Ellen's or my glasses, but I really enjoyed the taste. Sometimes I miss it." I miss cocktail hour," David said. "Remember back in. One thing I was sure of was that I was an ass man, and her ass was perfect. With the rope running between her thighs it made it sexier. A pain in my ass and I am sure a pain in her ass.Just then an idea struck me. I ran back to the table and grab a towel to clean my hands with. I grabbed the drill changed a the bit and walked back over.I then cleared some of the tarp away and drilled a small hole in the floor. I ran back and grabbed a screw driver and and eye bolt and stank the eye. Shestraddled his fingers and made him suck her nipples.She came all over the man’s hand, then wiped her creamfrom his palm and rubbed it on his face like a lotion. The woman, who looked about 30, was thin, and in goodshape. She bent over to open her purse, with the camerashowing her engorged cunt-lips from behind. She turnedaround and began strapping on a dildo and harness,using her cunt to lubricate the fake cock. She knelt bythe man’s crotch and then slid the dildo up his. This seemed considerably more plausible than the concept of asoul, immortal or otherwise.What I'd discovered in the short time since I woke was forcing me tothink again.For the brain inside my head had access to the unique patterns of neuralsignals that made up Colin Armstrong's memories. Assuming that transplanttechnology wasn't quite at that stage yet, I had no option but to concedethat something else had put them there. Whether I called it my essence,my spirit, my disembodied consciousness.