You can gauge my degree of consciousness by whether I use my left hand or right. If I'm writing backwards with my left hand I'm drunk or high or in a ...eep slumber. This condition makes it difficult to recall my dreams. It is especially difficult for me to remember dream faces. I asked Garma for help.Vix communicate telepathically. I am an untrained partial telepath—the Vix are working to correct that. Garma put me to bed with the Vix I connected most strongly with—Silvia. We were going to share. By chance or by scheme, Tammy did not know which, Anthony Carter was sitting right by her side.The minister was brief and to the point. Though Tammy was not at all religious she liked him and his way. The graveside service he had performed for Chien-Mei had been tasteful and without the usual tear jerking. Now he performed the wedding with the same efficiency. There was no choir and no organ music. Three friends of Ellen Winthorp played pieces from Mozart's violin concertos, filling the church. My lips pursed around the larger area of the top of her pubic region and I sucked her down to me as my tongue danced and explored the folds feeling for the spot that would change her life! I heard her gasp and felt her stiffen and I began slowly swirling my tongue around the small zone. She moaned and I felt a small pebble beginning to harden near the center of my tongue’s circles!Her juices began as a trickle on my chin and into my bottom lip. They were thick and slick. She tasted of. With the Glock in my hand, I struck him on the side of the face knocking him out. Turning to snakes, he was making a move towards one of the desks. Pointing the gun in front of him I fire a warning shot on the desk. At the same time yelling.“That’s a warning. Next one will splatter your brains on the wall behind you.” He stopped, putting his hands up in the air. “Get your ass over here asshole, next to your friend,” I ordered Snakes.With both of them sitting on the floor, hands tied behind.