I asked what had her shrink told her about that.Megan told me it had to do with her transaction memory which refers to the idea that people in continu...ng relationships often develop a specialized division of labor; that is, specific roles with respect to the encoding, storage, and retrieval of information from different knowledge domains. Each member of the relationship becomes a “specialist” in certain areas.I just looked at her with my mouth open. I didn't really know what she meant or to say. Milk? he offered. Already grabbing it out the fridge. Mmm I love milk I said with a naughty smile, zak closed his eyes biting his lip. I was getting to him I though with satisfaction. He poured out the milk and got me a straw. I drank it sexual playing around with my straw, I noticed zaks eyes locked on me. Scar? he asked. Yeah? I replied, noticing the hard package in his jeans. Do you know what youre doing? I mean do you know about sex? he asked me. I pull myself up onto the counter. Sliding himself half way before pulling out to the tip, he could tell she was in a state of pure bliss. He slide his hard shaft back into her, going deeper before pulling out again. She moaned a little bit louder before saying to him, ‘Fuck me, please.’ He slide his throbbing rod deep into her tight hole and pulled out, going faster with each thrust. Harder. Faster. Deeper. She moaned louder with each thrust. ‘Oh, Oh, Just like that. Oh Yeah’, she moaned. He grabbed her hips and thrust. As she had recounted her brutal execution to our group sitting around the Conference Table, the physical pain she had thrust upon her radiated through each one of us. It was great to have freed Sara from her burial spot but there was no way to take back what those three did to her.Feeling our collective sorrow Sara gently told me, "Will, what happened three-hundred years ago is over and done. It was not a nice way to die but what happened to my mother was worse."Even though I didn't see her.