It’s much lower than normal, but not to the level of mental retardation. Due to this, I’ve always been shy and meek. I ended up at this hell hole....I know I didn’t tell you yet, but I’m a white guy. And, it’s very weird being white in prison - especially when you’re like me. Short, slim, not too smart, and weak. The guard showed me to my cell. Inside was a large, hairy sonofabitch. He had a shaved head and a massive goatee. “Hey, there,” he grinned.I replied mildly, “Hi!”I tried to settle in,. And he's big. Not as big as you, though. And he plays with me, too. Not kid's games. Grownups' games. I really miss him." What games do you play?" I honestly couldn't imagine what an eighteen-year-old guy could play with a little girl like Sally, even if she was kind of cute and pretty."Speshul games. Do you got a girlfriend, Joey?" No... yeah... but not here. She's in town." Do yuh miss her?" Yeah... I miss her a lot." Well, Billy's sorta like my boyfriend... even if he's my cousin." Sally. I could rewrite people.Even then, I didn’t realize how much power I had.Mom is (unsurprisingly) older than Marcie, so I was going to be going back further, changing memories from decades ago. Anything could have gone wrong, and I really didn’t want to accidentally mess things up.And so I decided to change something relatively (no pun intended) small: her self-esteem. If I could change how Mom felt about her body, maybe I could convince her to show some more skin around the house. And if I could. “Roddy?”“Yes, my love.”“It was worth the wait!”Then a happy chuckle and she kissed my neck. I kissed her, chewing and teasing her lips, nibbling and sucking each between mine, and she began to do the same. Then she pulled away. “I’ve never come that fast. It was intense.”Then, “I’m hungry!”So we walked nakedly to the kitchen and had cheese and crackers, and against my better judgement part of a bottle of Merlot. Then we returned to bed and played with each other’s bodies, stroking, prodding,.