We may have talked her into doing something if we had more time. We knew for sure she would have by the clues she hinted at about her boyfriend. The n...xt day would be our final; we would be going home Saturday morning. If anything were to transpire it would have to be Friday.At first I was surprised when I heard the door open and shut, then water being turned on in the shower stall beside me. It was almost eleven o’clock. The only reason I was taking a shower was to jerk off and relieve the. This particular one seemed to trade one kind of nightmare for another. Maybe another visit to my shrink will do me good. He did help get rid of my previous nightmares.But for now, I got to go shower. Mental check: get rid of the alarm clock and buy one with real bells, instead of the one that sounded 'tittit, tittit'."Hey Pat. Mr Punctual's almost late again today. What's up?"I turned around at the annoyingly mocking face of my high school nemesis. That wasn't really accurate though, we must. 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. 'The last gesture of the first sequence ... I can't keep up longer than this!' Zax dispersed the energy that converged in his left foot with a little slide of the heel."Dispersing and converging ... is the proper way..." Zax breathed heavily. "But ... I barely finished one sequence..." He picked up a rock, threw it on a tree and several unripe grapes fell over.Taking the first bite, Zax smiled. "So that is the new challenge!"...From the day he reached the Intermediate phase of the bodily.