They all had dual joysticks just off the armrests and a plug for a visor at about head level.Chris picked one that let her recline to about 45 degrees...with a headrest, got comfy, then said, “Why two joysticks?”“First of all,” Mac explained, “anyone might be left handed. Right now, the off-hand is to control which camera you use.”“That’s kinda retarded. Why not make a natural interface, connected to the helmet? You turn your head and the camera angle just changes.”“Yeah. Uh ... they’re working. Not too too much after that, Sherry stood and took my hand, “Come on” she said and took Cindy’s hand also and lead us into a bedroom. Even in my alcohol induced haze, I could not have been more excited or harder. The lights had red and blue scarfs over them, making the dimly lit room look even more sensual and erotic. Sherry and Cindy climbed up on the bed, pulled me to the edge, then they both layed back and began kissing. Sherry’s hand moved under Cindy’s bra and caressed her small, but perky. All we had was each other. One thing led to another and before I knew it, we were comforting each other emotionally and physically," she explained as she finally had the courage to look into my eyes. I noticed her eyes were wet and pleading. She appeared uncomfortable and was deeply affected by the current circumstances.I did not want to interrupt her, so I let her continue."I know society condemns such things, but I am sure there are other mothers who are intimate with their sons. I can't. . I had an illegitimate child instead.Mother's suicide came a year later.Nudging the Merc into drive and back on the road the view of the valley is quietly left behind me.My thoughts though, remain surrounded by it.I imagine returning to a point in life and able to step back onto my original pathway.Perhaps I'd be a university lecturer now, not BluMag's proprietor.I've often avoided thinking about those times to be honest. It's all remained very hazy.Perhaps we all polish over the bits of life.