She had managed to settle down a little from the shock of the snake crawling out of the drain, mostly because she had to deal with getting Tiffany and...Henry off to school, whether she was up to it or not.And, she really hadn't been up to it. With an embarrassment that had been sharper than the shock of seeing the snake, Kirsten had cleaned up the mess on the bathroom floor and had thrown away what was left of the hair dryer, but getting dressed had been a struggle. Thank goodness that Tiffany. The woman presented on the frame before us erupted with a blood-curdling scream. Her muscles tensed and her small tits wobbled on her chest. And then she screamed. ?ARGHHHHHHH!? she howled, thrashing uncontrollably. When the current went off, she shuddered and sobbed, her calves trembling to support her weight. Her thighs convulsed with her efforts to lift herself off the electric phallus buried deep inside of her.?AIEEEEEEEEEE!? she screamed again, the current hitting her like a fist. Her. Three other people sat down on the couch and started passing around a joint. Naturally she joined in. They all thought it was funny to watch her take a drag using both hands and she started making a show of it. She hardly noticed when the joint was gone, along with most of the people in the party, she sat there with the bottle of beer that seemed to appear out of nowhere and waited for that bastard to come back. It was sitting there with her hands on her lap and the various chemicals wafting. Bobsy said, “So why can’t ... say, a kidney transplant result in acquired memories? Of course that’s just scratching the surface.”“Of course.”He switched topics. Or did he? “Nelson may be doing some sort of mind meld.”Over time, I would record these rumors, suspicions, half-overheard snippets, that swirled around and about Nelson-Eamons. I began to think of them as Half Nelsons. So my mind colors outside the lines. Half Nelsons.Pilar had shot a video of Vanessa and me dancing at her mother’s.