“We’ll try looking into your mental state tomorrow and if everything lines up, we can try stepping into the Spock then. OK?” Korsa told her.“R...ally?!?”“Yes, really. You’ve been more than stable when out and around. That and the fact that you brushed away a near assassination attempt while keeping your head. This tells me you’re more than ready to tackle your memories, so we’ll give it a go,” Korsa told her. Shazza jumped around for joy, happy to contribute something to the research. She said we were invited to spend the day, meeting them early in the afternoon and staying out to watch fireworks, which Barry said are best viewed from the water. Barry wouldn’t let us bring anything, except he knew Kelly loved sangria in Spain so if she knew what she needed for that we could bring it along and mix up a few batches. No, Scott and Barry’s wives wouldn’t be there. And, yes, Kelly was definitely thinking there was something going on with that. She said Barry was nothing but. I hooked the laptop up to our big TV in the living room, typed in the password Jonah had given me and it was on the TV, all the different dates. It was the last one I was interested in, September 23rd. Three weeks ago, that’s all. It seemed like an eternity ago.I clicked on the play button and there was Jonah, rambling on about different things, complaining about ‘waitin’ for ‘Shanice’. My cock was already hard, knowing and anticipating what was coming. There she was, wearing that little black. One day, one day she would find someone who would not be afraid of her. A man who would understand there was nothing mysterious about her knowledge. The big violet eyes had a dreamy look and her hands twisted the deep black curls that framed her face. A deep sigh escaped her as she tried to imagine who would be idiot enough to fall for her. One hand trailed down the front of the purple shirtwaist and then the second as well. They caressed the skin that was left bare by the heart-shaped.