I was sixteen)If the question is object oriented I do better.Q: “How do you do x? or Was Uncle so and so mean or nice?”R: “You do x or he was ve...y nice.”Problem come when someone asks: “Can you do that x in three hours?”R: “Write it down, or text me, or I will forget this conversation until someone jogs my memory.”What’s really fun is when I don’t know why I’m in a room. I know where I am. I just don’t remember why. Even better, indecision is becoming more prevalent. I’ll just look at something. As I was getting up, I saw the shade rise about a foot as her head peered out into the darkness.I made it back into my house and quickly got in my room, leaving the light off, and went to bed to jack-off twice in the darkness.It was the next day when it all happened.I was coming up the street from being let off by the school bus when I walked in front of Cheryl's house and there she was sitting on the front porch steps."You, Simon, come here, I've been waiting for you," she barked at me. Really, Husband, I was only able to carry on my experiment for a little while. I simply can not think while I’m having one of those literally mind-blowing orgasms. After they start, I don’t have enough logical thought left to do anything toward suggesting you to do something else.”“So, are you going to write this up and send it to the General?”Jasmine chuckled. “Not in this lifetime. I’m a scientist. If I ever prove we have a mental connection, it will be done in some other manner. But I think. Rithika went and opened the door. Her mother/my aunt came in.(In conversations, my aunt Sheeba will be represented as ‘S’, Rithika as ‘R’ and Me as ‘Me’).Sheeba: Rithika, have you finished studying?Rithika: No mom, why?My aunt walked towards the bed and sat on the edge of it. She suddenly bent over and reached towards the sofa adjacent to the bed. When I saw her bending, I froze. I could feel the anticipation in the air and I could feel Rithika’s heart beating! From under the sofa, she took out.