I think these would look cute on you." "Oh no, you should return or exchange them. These are name bran..." "Nah, it's alright, just try them on. I'll ...eturn them if they don't fit you," she smiled, keeping her arm extended. "Well, wow, thanks a lot! I'll try them on." I took the bags and closed the door. As soon as she drives off, I see my dad sitting on a chair on the porch. As I walk closer to him, I notice the Jack Daniel in his hand. My heart sinks. My dad isn't an alcoholic, but he does. He did feel badly for her about this, but in a disassociated way. He wasn't who she thought he was.He examined his memories. He had two sets, and both were fragmented. He could see that he had (or, this body had) indulged in feelings and emotions freely in the past. But when he awoke, he was changed. He knew he was not the original inhabitant of this body. His other set of memories, which were coming in flashes, were growing stronger. He remembered another life, but that, too, was frustratingly. And whenever mum insisted on me to wear my ring I obeyed. And so it didn’t take long until I was known as the guy with the all time boner. The interesting thing about that was that by then I got interesting to some certain kinds of girls. It happened that they “accidently” hit me on the floor with some “Oh did I just wrap my hand around your penis?” look and then I heard them giggling as the passed by and got back to their friends. Then it was like “I can’t belief you really did this, you’re. The bus was full of music, not all of it wonderful, but fun was the operative word for this trip. It put me in a good mood and it stayed that way until we were safely back at the depot in Louisville.I had time for a shower, a change of clothes and lunch before I met with Detective Etchevarry. He didn't make me wait at all when I arrived a couple of minutes early, and he ushered me into a small conference room with a table and four comfortable chairs. This wasn't an interrogation room by the.