About forty five minutes later, about 9:30, there was another knock on the door. This time Prof came in, shut the door behind him, and wordlessly hand...d me my license. I was confused for a second, because I thought it was in my wallet in Julia's bedroom. But then I noticed that I looked a little older in the picture and the pieces fell into place. I looked at it much more carefully."Wow. It's good. Can I get my real one from Julia's room and put them side by side?" That'll be good. I'll come. “It is certainly possible that you retained memories of what happened and projected your life ahead of you.”“It wasn’t a dream. I’d lived through twenty-five years, raised my daughter, and divorced my husband. I got in my little Prius and drove from Fargo, North Dakota to the Southern California Coast and, later that night, in another drug induced stupor, I had a heart attack and died. I didn’t see bits and pieces of my life when I woke up. I remembered all of it. I remembered my daughter’s. She was very popular in High School. These men had expectations of their dates, and she always fulfilled their expectations.After she’d come home from a date, she’d have him come into her bedroom and lick her pussy clean from all the men and boys that came in her. She’d tell him over and over that he’d better learn to enjoy licking used pussies because that’s all he’d ever get. While he licked her clean, she’d sometimes suck on his cock. He always came quickly, and she’d never swallow it. B never knew why she did such but perhaps it was fear of reprisal that navigated her actions. The class went by swimmingly, and if by swimmingly it meant that it was dreadful. No matter how many times she looked over at Mr. B all she could see was him down by her crotch, rubbing her poor innocent and abused clit so viciously and repeatedly that the swollen knob felt like it had become raw. That blue chalk was now gone, mind you, but the image of it was all so very real to her. She kept her head.