(Unless it’s something that left a deep mark. Say, the first time someone put a knife to my throat or that time I made out with a 32 year old woman....I was sixteen)If the question is object oriented I do better.Q: “How do you do x? or Was Uncle so and so mean or nice?”R: “You do x or he was very nice.”Problem come when someone asks: “Can you do that x in three hours?”R: “Write it down, or text me, or I will forget this conversation until someone jogs my memory.”What’s really fun is when I don’t. Go over there and concess or whatever it is they do at concession stands.”“Yes, mother. We’ll go over there and concess,” Sean said. He was pretty sure that ‘concess’ wasn’t even a word.“Don’t forget, the coming attractions are scheduled to start at 8:30,” his mother said.He and Suzie headed over to the table. There was a stack of paper cups, popcorn boxes, and two boxes of assorted packages of candies. There were all of the classic movie theater candies including juju fruits, snowcaps, hot. I groaned.Hearing me, Billie gave me a sunny smile and playfully said, “I hope you don’t mind that I’m not wearing panties.”My voice went up an octave and cracked, as I said, “No…not at all."With an impish grin, she said, “Good, because I only wear them when I have to.”She snuggled to me as we left. Running her fingers up under the leg of my cut-off jeans she gave me a sly knowing smile when she discovered I wasn’t wearing skivvies either. As she tickled the head of my cock with her fingernails. T. organization and the support it gave to the rest of the company. She also understood at least some of the threats they were under from outside threats, and wanted to close off those avenues of access to the company secrets.She interviewed me for an hour, and then announced that I was their consultant. I had the job. I'd expected a much longer process and many more hurdles to jump before that pronouncement. I spent the next hour interviewing her both about the organization, as well as her own.