There a veritable mansion had been prepared and I indulged myself like an eighteenth century lady with my family around me. The next few months proved...idyllic. I also met each of my children's different genetic fathers and was persuaded to part with some more of my eggs. I also discovered why Beverly's children were all the same coloring. The genetic engineers had not had the same success with her sperm as with my eggs and her sperm had only been used successfully in conjunction with same. Wow! I might have blocked some of this nonsense out also. I'm laughing because I know I could write a sentence; just don't ask me to point out the assisting verb or whatever it is called. Sorry, I am still chuckling about this memory coming out to meet my fingers on the keyboard.I forgot to mention in my earlier memories about air raid drills. In first grade we still had them. A mad scramble to get out of your desk and hide under it.Like that was going to protect us from a blast of heat and. I was about to comment on her floor plan when I heard Lauren page me over the loudspeaker. "The Master calls," Tiffany laughed. "Yeah, I better go," I nodded as I went up the stairs. When I opened the door to the office, Lauren beckoned me over to sit in the chair across from her. "What's up?" I asked as I sat down. "Our new boss is calling a meeting in the next hour," Lauren said. "From the talk I just had with her, we should be expecting some changes." "That didn't take long," I said as I sat. I was brought back to reality, hard. The full force of meeting him suddenly hit me. This was Paul, the guy that I told my innermost secrets and fantasies to. The guy I loved, who loved me back. I tried to speak, but the words choked up in my throat as I started to cry. The guy I had flown a hundred miles to see. It was too much all at once, a dizzying wave of passion hit me, and all my emotions came rushing to the surface. I was in love with him, so deeply. I couldn’t hold them back, and I.