Give me a cigarette." she gasped in a voice that sounded as if she was holding back tears.As Bernice handed Donna a cigarette, Bernice mumbled softly ...Maybe you've seen enough and we should go home now."As Donna lit her cigarette, she looked at Bernice in the dim glow from her burning cigarette. She had a pouting mouth with a small, upturned nose, huge dark eyes and a creamy pale and lightly freckled skin. Her Irish blood showed clearly. Bernice was tall for a woman, just a little under six. Damn, has it really been two whole years? No wonder I’m graduating early… I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Santana, Anna for short and I beg of you not to call me Sandy. I’m around five foot six-ish, very pale skin, a little bit of meat on my bones and I have long red-ish brown curly hair. From what I hear walking down the street, I have a nice rack and apparently a ghetto booty. I’ve been told that’s a good thing… but, I’ve never been to the ghetto so… I wouldn’t know honestly. sigh. ...I....I'm just taking a short trip." Well, no problem, just give me your credit card and I'll fix it for you" as She holds out Her hand.There is no way I can use my card! If I do, my wife will surely find out this trip of mine is just a big hoax! This isn't how we planned it!. My first thoughts are how this is such a bad idea in the first place. With my heart pounding I look around still weary I may be spotted."One second Ms.....I'll be right back!" I reply as I step away from the. Session 29:“What do you say?”“ ... me?” she repeated, shocked. “But I’m ... I’m your sister?”“I say it again, just as drunk: that sometimes, I think of you. I’m speaking in a loud whisper, and it’s obvious that I think I’m being quieter than I am.”The more details I give, the more believable the hypothetical is. The fact that my sister hadn’t woken up was a good sign, but as she sat there processing, that familiar fear came back.Sure, the only implanted memory would be “one time you and your.