Benson asked Bob."I don't remember," he said. His hand went automatically to his head, where one of the holes drilled in his skull had left a small, e...aser sized bald patch.Benson flipped to another page."Ahhh," she said. "You're a traumatic brain injury patient. That explains it. You're just having memory problems." I guess so. You'd think I'd remember my own sister, though." Well that's your handwriting, right?" she asked pointing at Claudia's name."Yes," he said."And you wrote the date right. Damn, when we came we both shot spunk all over ourselves and each other. You couldn’t tell whose shit was mine and whose was his, it was so mixed together. I mean, we couldn’t have just wiped it off. We had to go shower. But first when we finished shooting we took a couple of minutes to recover, and then broke out laughing. “Fu-u-u-c-k, that was hot,” said Devin. “Man, you got that right,” I said. “That’s the best fuckin’ shoot-off I ever had.” Well, what would you expect? After that we did. And eventually the question of sleeping arrangements rose. Dr. (Mr.) Possible felt it was obvious that Kim's body (with Ron's mind) should sleep in Kim's bedroom and Ron's body should go to his home to sleep there. His wife felt exactly the opposite, and Kim's mind agreed: Neither felt they wanted to expose all of Kim's personal and private possessions to Ron's mind, even though it was in Kim's body.Eventually to Ron's (mind) disappointment, he took Kim's body to his home and prepared for. That's when I first noticed her. She was talking with someone just ahead of me and so naturally, her being female and me always on the lookout for tasty ladies, I checked her out. She looked to be in her late 60s had auburn hair cut in a nice bob style and a nice body that verged on being skinny. She was dressed in black ski pants, boots and T shirt covered by a fluorescent thin jacket and walked with two Norwegian walking poles - nicely packaged I thought and continued watching her. A shuffle.