It had hit him one afternoon while bringing in the mail that the address on his driver’s license didn’t match this one, and Sarah had said they’... lived here a few years. What the hell did that mean? He’d asked Sarah about it, hoping she could offer a reasonable explanation. She had seemed surprised, maybe a little shocked, but then had brushed it off as unimportant, something he’d just forgotten to have done. He thought, but didn’t argue, that he was pretty sure it was illegal to forget such. Oh, there’d be more work, she knew. That wouldn’t stop. Soon, she’d have to think about a successor product. But for now she could go back to working sensible hours. ‘How about you, Denise?’ she asked. Denise looked at her, unable to fathom her meaning. ‘I mean, will you be able to cut back to normal hours, now?’ ‘Oh, I wondered what you were thinking about. I expect so, but there’ll always be the last minute calls, and the teleconferences. I’m surprised Ken didn’t ask me to stay behind. At first it was difficult. I had, in a true sense, become addicted to a heady mix of heightened sexuality and sensuality that the fruit induced. However, I soon discovered that I was able to recall the sensation without partaking of the berries. In essence, I was able to bring myself to those heights through the memory of experience, leaving my mind much clearer to learn while my body was still attuned to wanton pleasure.Between Isshu and I, there was very little change or, rather, it was in. We both started facing each other and our noses were almost touching. I could feel the warmth of her breath hitting my lips and she could feel mine. Our breathing became faster and louder and we were almost suffocating. We came even closer and our noses and lips were almost touching each other.“Aren’t you sleepy?” she asked in a low voice. I was terrified and somehow mumbled, “No, it’s hot and I slept well in the afternoon”.Silence occupied between us and we both wanted to make a move but.