“I’m proud of you,” Mom said, smiling. “I’m going to try to fix Will up, and then we’ll know if my theory was right.”“Fix?” Alaina s...ared at her mom in confusion.“He told me he’s missing some memories, and I’m pretty good at that finding them.” Mom gave her a look.Ohh. Why didn’t I think to ask her about that?“Keep an eye on Laura. We’ll have our own talk after.” Her mom patted her shoulder, then started towards the dining room.Will rose from his seat.Laura clutched at his hand for a moment. “Mmhmm,” I said not opening my eyes.“Too bad you want to sleep I have something I wanted to give you. I took today off and the boys are at school. We have the entire house to ourselves. Hmm, I wonder what we could do? Never mind, I’m sure I can find something to do by myself since you’re so tired.”The little head was screaming at me to wake the hell up. I decided it was worth the effort and opened my eyes. I hoped to find a naked woman in my room eager for sex. Well, at least there was a woman. "Sneaking into his mother's bed and easing the cock to her while she was smashed. Anything could have happened, she could have screamed and fought him, yelled for me, anything." "What happened was that she enjoyed her fucking and wanted more. It was a gamble, sure, but it paid off handsomely for everyone." Jenny slid out of her clothes, wiggled her hips and stepped from her panties; she wasn't wearing a bra. Since she had been fucking her. D.The impact was even worse than I remembered. Of course I was remembering things that were happening and just about to happen.Quite the conundrum.The time it took Mr. Hillman's produce truck to kill me stretched out like an eternity. My mind flashed on Beth Ann, Millicent Jane, James Brian, David Gregory, Colleen, Rebecca, Millie, Mr. Bell, Jennifer, and Tabitha, among a battalion of others. I saw video of myself pitching in the World Series and accepting the Series MVP Award. Pictures flitted.