"If you want ... I could ... help you."She turned to face him, breaking the contact where his finger pressed into her. She put her hands on his hips. ...er mons was touching his erection. She did not pull away."Yes. I think so. I mean ... I think I might need some help" she said, looking into his eyes. She took his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom. Wordlessly she got shaving cream and a new disposable safety razor. "Scissors" he said, and she looked in a drawer for them. He watched her in. But then, it had been just an innocent game. There was no innocence in the way they were now kissing. Shirley's resistance gradually melted and she stopped trying to push her sister away. Geraldine undid the buttons of her shirt, then roamed her hand gently over her baby-bloated belly. When she reached for her breasts again, the young woman shuddered in ecstasy. "Feels good, huh?" Geraldine whispered, finally breaking their passionate kiss. "Ohhhhhh, yes!" Shirley gasped. "But..." "Shush - just. This worries me. The memory loss I can understand, but ... I don't know. Some of the changes I see in John make me feel like we're all playing parts in an episode of the Twilight Zone. Do you remember that old TV show?"Robyn frowned and said, "I've heard of it, of course, but I don't believe I ever watched the show." She chuckled. "It must have been a powerful show, though, because being in the 'twilight zone' has become a normal expression used to describe an abnormal place involving the. I know which side my bread is buttered on, though it's nice to know that I'm not completely useless. It'll be nice to present papers and do some research for the old college. Perhaps, even give the odd lecture. The extra money will give me a sense of independence and help me to feel 'in control'. It's something I need, so I hope you'll all understand."She looked at us, almost pleading with her eyes for our support."Do you still want to live with us?" asked Jacky."Heavens yes! I couldn't live.