She then nodded her head towards Frankie mouthing the words ‘thank you.’ Frankie resumed her place alongside Red. Samantha’s eyes grew distant a... she both absorbed what Frankie had said and searched for a way to tell us of that night. ‘The torch went out the day he broke my arm. To me it was an experiment with that part of my life that ended in disaster. I was just grateful that I got the heck out of Dodge when I did and I was still alive to tell the tale. My research into you threw up some. "Ged, my love," she said. "I can be your hands until you're better. You'll just have to get used to telling me what to do."He was overcome, and broke down in tears. It was partly his disability, partly her generosity, sensitivity and skill, and his heart was full. She immediately left the piano and came to him, enveloping him in her arms, his head against her breasts, kissing his forehead."Why didn't I know how well you play?" he haltingly asked when he was more under control. "You can play far. I knew because I had already lived my life for the next twenty-five years and remembered all of it.”“Dreams can be a powerful thing,” Janna said. “It is certainly possible that you retained memories of what happened and projected your life ahead of you.”“It wasn’t a dream. I’d lived through twenty-five years, raised my daughter, and divorced my husband. I got in my little Prius and drove from Fargo, North Dakota to the Southern California Coast and, later that night, in another drug induced. This slow, measured -- even controlled unfolding of a treasure -- heightened my arousal.I kept for last the real prize, the scent. I was already dizzy with desire and hard with my lust. Bringing the panties to my face, I slowly inhaled, allowing her intimate fragrance to titillate my olfactory senses. The seductive power of her scent ripped through me, much like a whiff of ammonia. I felt it climb up into my nose, seeming to pass through some impossible route, directly into my frontal cortex. I.