Joe opened the door for me, and as I sat down in the car, I really felt the pressure from the plug. I squirmed. "You doing okay over there?" Joe asked...as he slid in the driver's side. "Yes Master” I repliedJoe laughed as he turned the key in the ignition and we drove off. We engaged in small talk all the way to the casino. He asked what happened last night and I gave him a brief description of what I could remember."How did you feel?"

"I guess I enjoyed it. I still feel a little funny; I can’t. Clearly Kara was not a fluttering bubblehead in the grip of some shallow enthusiasm. Not that she had ever considered that likely, but still, having it confirmed was reassuring. There wasn’t much left to say, so Susan paid the bill and gave Kara a ride home. She was tied up with business for several days. However, by the time her friend Pamela the investigator called with the full report on Joyce she was able to focus on the issue. The report was, in essence, that Joyce was every bit the. For the meeting I dressed business like, with a pencil skirt coming just above the knee, a silk blouse and smart black leather shoes with 3 inch heels. Sandy had bought me the clothes already knowing my size. She said to me, "I want you to give a good impression at your meeting."Pulling up outside Liz's office complex I got out and took the elevator to the 6th floor. And after waiting for 10 minutes in reception I was ushered into Liz's office. It was a large plush room with a large desk and. They were well-organized, and in essence, were a chronological history of our family. Even as an adult, I enjoyed paging through Mom's photo albums whenever I dropped by for a visit, looking at the pictures, reliving memories.And in an incredible stroke of good fortune for me, she had also adopted this practice in the current timeline. Mom had, fact, pointed me towards her photos as a means of combating my amnesia."Why don't you look through my photo albums, Pat?" she said to me on this idle.