It slides up carefully–gently–to the nape of my neck and ushers me forward. I am caught in a moment of memory, my mind whirring back to a time I w...s a child, where my father would usher me along the same, the small of my back, or the nape of my neck as if to say, ‘Run along now, go play with your friends.’. This isn’t my father though, but as I try to turn and see who it is, a hand swiftly pushes my face forward. Not so much as a glimpse of the stranger behind me. Suddenly I feel the muzzle of. The REALLY interesting question is: "What if A dies now?" I saw an AMAZING possibility for that: When I merge normally, I want my minds to cross the link, but I know from my very first merge that wishing my minds across isn't necessary. Simply dying during déjà vu accomplishes the transfer. Not that I was going to do it now - there'll always be another opportunity thanks to the magic of mathematical probabilities - but if I ("A") died now:Would a proportion of A's minds go to B and C, i.e.,. She assured me that should she be asked again, even after we shared my bed, she would emphatically deny any relationship existed other than employee and employer relationships.I felt that this may only be a once only affair, but one never knows. Only time would tell.It had been agreed that for the sake of privacy that we would go back to my place as she lived in an apartment block and there were a few nosey women who would not hesitate to make up stories if given any ammunition.Terry and I. Amélie had tossed and turned all night, hoping one or both of them would ease her horniness, or that Captain Beauchamp would summon her to his cabin as he had done several times, but it was not to be. This morning would be her revenge, if that’s what you called it.“Last one in is a bunny!” Amélie shouted after she’d stripped. “Bunny” didn’t actually sound quite right, but she didn’t care. What she wanted to be was chased, and the guys obliged her. She heard them splashing behind her as she ran.