Uesday, December 11, 2007 (Continued) to Thursday, January 31, 2008The point of view is now reverting to the version of me that is the normal focus of...this autobiography. He now includes the version of me that the preceding chapters focused on, and is continuing to use the same body. (Those are sentences you're unlikely to read in any other autobiography.)I now had 128 minds, which is 2^7 so a tidy power of two again, not that it seemed to matter beyond making the arithmetic easy.During the. "That's why Weena's not here. She'll learn about all this when we're done. You can tell Sandra when you get home. Okay. I'm done. Mum, you want to say anything?" No." I could see tears in her eyes. David looked stunned. Dad had been his tower of strength for over 40 years. I decided I needed to play a role."This has been your home a long time. It's full of things and full of ghosts." Mum nodded. "How would it be if David came and spent a few days with me going through stuff and trying to. 
“It’s like a fucken baby’s arm ” he said
They both laughed like naughty boys and the scent of masculinity enveloped the three of us, like a steamy savory mist. 
Soon Andy had pulled Brads towel off and both of them were play fighting on the bed completely naked…. as I lay in beneath them like a human battlefield. It was all pretty hilarious, and we felt natural in each other’s company. The sexual tension was rising, as was my covered cock, which I was too drunk to try hiding. 
I’d often seen. He starts to laugh. That dog! He’s playing with me. I sit at the desk again. He comes over, again. ‘I can smell how aroused you are.’ He’s right. I’m still drenched. My panties soaked. ‘Stop it.’ I feebly protest. ‘I want you to read something.’ He shows me his journal. We move to the bed, lay down on our stomaches and read. It lists his doubts, his lust, his confusion – all over me. It is overwhelming. It is flattering and scary. And it is erotic. He really wants me. Attraction is so.