No, it's not exciting, or dangerous, or loaded to the brim with money, but I enjoy it. I get a buzz out of finding things that people want, and someho... I've developed a near-photographic memory for books, authors and locations. I can't help but think my memory was trained in two ways by the twins, albeit accidentally.Firstly, I have a knack for details. I can see the smallest difference between supposedly identical things, especially red-headed twins. And secondly, I can recall with incredible. She completely understood, since she had down that some time ago as well. She said one has to make peace with a loved one, to move on. I was a little down that evening, and Janna said she was going to give me space, and I said no, she should stay, but she said, you need to be alone with your thoughts tonight, but I will see you tomorrow.I went to her house that Monday, after work, and told her how much I missed her being with me. She said she missed me as well, and then led me to bed and made. But, you cannot kill me.”“You read my mind.”“Or, I read you face and guessed. I am a good guesser.”“I would never...”“I know. I never worry about that. And, I would never hurt you, whether I was programmed or not.”She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss me long and sweet and hot. When I sat back again, she had a loving, tender smile.“So, the question is, am I part of your life? Can I be secure in the knowledge you are there for me and for our child?”Security? What is it?. I felt knock on door. Bandumama returned with unknown person with him. He was Nana his friend of age similar to bandumama. We chatted for some time and then I went inside to make tea for us. We finished tea then they went outside and I went inside kitchen to wash cups. I heard both voice. bandumama was saying something ” You take this chance and forget money I owe to you” or something like. Then I heard the door being locked inside. I didnt glance back as I thought it would be bandumama. Then I.