”. He turned and leaned his butt onto the drivers’ seat. Before he climbed all the way in he added, “I can show you. Tomorrow, around this time ...kay?”. Before I could answer him, his walkie talkie squawked with his name. As he responded to the call he groped the pole in his pants with his right hand, pushing it down. The cautions turned into mute voices in my head. I was interested in anything he wanted to show me. The next day, we met at the 1:30. He led me down a series of hallways I’d never. I naively assumed it was more of a suckling, comforting thing. BOY was I wrong. When I got home from school one warm spring afternoon I walked into the house were my mother and sister where. I went to a different school than my brothers and got home much earlier. My father also came home much later. As I entered I called out that I was home. My mother answered me and I went into her room. That changed my life forever. There she laid, both breasts exposed feeding my little sister. She was hot,. While driving to take Teresa home, Mark looked over at his young sister. She had gotten quiet. Teresa had passed out. Her head was leaning back, and her pretty baby-blue eyes were closed. Mark was glad she had decided to wear a blouse and skirt to the party. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, Teresa’s skirt had risen up, revealing part of her smooth and sexy thighs. The seatbelt was pulled across her chest, making the swell of her ample teen breasts more noticeable. Mark reached over and put a. It's incredibly powerful, but like most subconscious tools and techniques it doesn't work on everyone.I was reminded of this technique while observing my daughter over recent days. She seemed to be bringing some of the behaviors she was exhibiting as "time to play Chani" into her normal, adult life. I wondered if she was experiencing a modified version of that "timeline" memory technique. And, keeping that in mind, I formulated my plan for this evening. As I said though what happened next could.