It was now or never so I just blurted it out “I fancy you like fuck and would love to ride the whole of you. Now how about that, bet your weren’t ...xpecting me to say that were you”. No, she replied but I was hoping it might be something like that. “You know John hasn’t fucked me in months” she said all I ever hear from Sharon is how the sex between ye was great and how you would be when you get home after been away for a while. I get so jealous listening to her, I would ask her about ye both. Uesday, December 11, 2007 (Continued) to Thursday, January 31, 2008The point of view is now reverting to the version of me that is the normal focus of this autobiography. He now includes the version of me that the preceding chapters focused on, and is continuing to use the same body. (Those are sentences you're unlikely to read in any other autobiography.)I now had 128 minds, which is 2^7 so a tidy power of two again, not that it seemed to matter beyond making the arithmetic easy.During the. Modesty and shame quicklykick in and they avert their eyes.Alright, time for a more thorough check. Face feels completely familiar.Hair too, shoulder length, blonde. Glasses too large, but myopia seemsunchanged. Clothes warped, don't quite fit my form. Slim arms and legs,whole body fit and smooth, no notable scarring. Two breasts, one vagina.Ten toes as well. All standard to human norms, according to both my mindand the posted signage.I'm feeling pretty confident as I plug in the rest of the. I learned all the facts about it from our chat time with the Mom's while waiting for the turkey to cook.I learned that this thumb of land that we were on was a thousand acre parcel that at one time belong to Charlie Summers. Rumor had it that he was involved with bootleg whiskey in the twenty's and that was where he made his money. He owned a publishing company that printed papers, magazines and the like. The delivery trucks had false floors. They would pick up moonshine in the south along with.