I wasn’t really into camping, so when Jason finally agreed to let me come along, I regretted it almost instantly. If he really was planning somethin... other than camping, he would never have agreed to let me come. I knew I had made a mistake, but I couldn’t change my mind now. Not after all the fuss I had made. We got to the campsite and we were the last to arrive. There were nine guys there and I was the only girl. I was instantly uncomfortable with the whole situation, and Jason was still. There's a HUGE number of dimensions in Category #4, where I'd suicided out of teenage angst, nearly always in the bathtub and occasionally in the menswear store.Before I learned how to duplicate or create new minds, there were about 1 billion 32-minded Marks, as well as 10 million 16-minded Marks, 300 million 8-minded Marks, etc., finally down to 3.5 billion 1-minded Marks still innocently going about their dull lives. Those totaled just over 5 billion dimensions with a living Mark in them,. "Alright, alright! Erin what would you say if I were to tell you that there are not six degrees of separation between you and I? You are familiar with the concept of six degrees of separation are you not?" Emory sat back a bit to await her answer.After a moment of reflection, Erin said "Yes, I'm familiar with the concept. What the hell does it have to do with me?" Merlin, I'm warning you. Stop beating 'round the bush and just spit it out!" Arthur said."Very well, your majesty..." Emory said. I made myself a strong coffee and sat back down, loosening my tie as I did, while I perused through my emails. Junk, junk and more junk. I thought I would kill 20 minutes while I sipped my coffee by surfing the net, or perhaps more accurately, finding something to take my wandering mind off the stack of work looming over me. I found a site that seemed to be full of people’s fantasies, some true, some wildly imaginative, but many rather naughty and very erotic. I paused – should I read on? Then.