Strangely, I felt a little distorted in my place in the present because I kept having memories of my trips into the past confusing me about reality an... fantasy in the real world.I decided that my best course of action was to just remain detached from the memories of the past and wait for my next trip which I suspected was not far in the future. I was starting to get those little hints of my mind wandering and caught myself staring out a window simply looking at the clouds racing across the sky. Then as they made some flirtations Pam asked my wife it she would be offended if she went "topless" that she had always wanted to do that with the girls in college but was too afraid of what others would think -- she said she trusted my wife not to tell a soul -- Charlotte said, "well, it is not very appropriate, but we are both ladies, wives and moms, so I guess it is OK" Pam walked and go the third bottle of wine, and as she returned she poured Charlotte another glass, a tall one, and then. About noon. I received a text message from Kimberly. It was polite, a simple just, “glad to finally have contact with you.”And it went that way for a while. We waved to each other as we ran. And later there would be a text message. Or I would send one, simple things, an appreciation for the weather, a man to look out for, a loose dog who likes to chase. And of course the funny cat videos and other frivolities. One day the tone took a decidedly flirtatious turn when Kimberly suggested she really. Irinka whined, "Mira, my ass formicates! I am sure some vile creature from your ass has taken refuge within assual proximity."Safia giggled so I questioned, "Safia what is so mirthful?"Safia replied, "I was not aware that someone had sexual relations with your sister's ass."The conversation of training our asses was a sore subject so I was surprised when Irinka reacted so mildly, "Little one, I said formicate not fornicate."Safia questioned, "What is the difference?"I expound, "Formicate is the.