All that remained to be seen. All I knew for sure was that I was happy to be home. My mind operated on a pre-death memory set, and a post-death memory...set. It was not a seamless transition, it was more a bridge from one side to the other. Sometimes I got trapped in one or the other. I could not believe that they managed to transfer what was me to the new body.I mean I had seen the movie robocop, okay not the movie but some scenes from it. I remember him agonizing over his past life. My life was. When she saw it she couldn’t believe it. Her eyes were big, still biting her lips moaning. the looks on her face were amazing, she loved it totally. But she-she regained consciousness that am there, she started to wriggle to escape and show that “What the hell is going on?” but the whore was enjoying it. Sam pinned her down and laid on her big breasts fucking her in her pussy. It was making wet sloppy thump sounds. She wrapped her hand around sam’s back and was scratching it and her legs around. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, raising his fist to use the large dragon-head knocker in the dead center of the rich mahogany doors. Before he could touch the brass, the door swung open, and there stood a tall, old skinny man with tired eyes and whitening hair. "Ah you must be Mr. Doe. Please do come in." The old man beckoned John inside and closed the door behind him. "My name is Martin Woodsworth. Feel free to call me Mr. Woodsworth. I am the head butler around here. You arrived. Maybe she and I could make a go of it. Maybe she was too damaged. Only time would tell.As I considered life with Abby, she suddenly woke up and headed for the bathroom. Her naked bottom was just as alluring to me. I was still taken with her.All of her... When she staggered back to bed, she grasped my arm and cuddled with it as she settled down to sleep once more. As she did, she looked up at me and asked, “Who was that man who spoke to you before?”“What man?” I thought that she was talking.