“Not everyone will want to talk like he did. That’s why we have the process. Two more people before we head to El Dorado.”From there, we travele... to my mom’s mother, Georgia Martha Thomas-Jefferson, who had outlived her husband and children. She was about 88 years old, and I hoped still stout enough to remember at least some info we can follow up on, somewhere else.After a knock on the door, I said, “Grandma Georgia, it’s me, Jeff – Laura’s son.”I hadn’t seen her in ages. She came to the door,. I despaired. The switch hadn't just ruined my hands; it was breaking up my band.---I sat back in bed and sighed. Channel after channel flicked past me as I pushed the remote control button, showing scene after scene of the Great Shift's impact. The Great Shift... what was what the media had dubbed it. Reporters always seem to coin buzz words for great crises, and this one was no exception.I'd tried to avoid the media for the most part since the Shift. I had enough to deal with without worrying. Me: I know I have spoiled everything. Now I can’t be like that with you anymore.Sarvada: I understand. But be friendly with me, that’s all I am going to ask.Me: hey, you are first my friend, then something else.Sarvada smiled and returned to her work. Some days have passed, and we were just normal. One day we had some work in the record room to look at overdue accounts. We were deep into work, and I noticed her smiling.Me: What so funny?Sarvada: I always remembered how you used to handle my ass. When the Moonah was through with my hard-on and my cum, she sent Tingtin out and faced me, “Nuk nuk, potmen nuk, wheen pon nuk. Nikin dipen whood dish. Watthen pon nuk.”I understood that I would no longer fuck her women.I would leave, but I didn’t understand how; or where I was going.The best I could figure, I was 32years old and was being put out to pasture… or killed.It was time for them to find a new stud.I was awakened during the night, lifted from the ground and carried for a long time. I.