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. A large mirror, too large for the room, leaned against a wall. It was a good place to practice because the mirror was large enough that you could see yourself as the audience would see you. I loved to sit on one of the old sofas and watch Jill practicing while we were both offstage. When she finished, she often caught me watching her and gifted me with an impish smile. When she was practicing, though, she was serious. It was fascinating to watch her perfect her character.When the set was. “Faster if we do ourselves,” she said. They separated and stripped themselves. She put her clothes on one chair; he put his on another.She heard the locks on his briefcase snap open. Looking over, she saw him totally naked taking a box out of his briefcase. Then he snapped it shut. “Would it cause problems if I left these here?” he asked. Of course, they were the condoms.“Good idea.”He put the box on the nightstand and came over to her. He kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue.. She had opened the lid and raised her eyebrows. ''Brother fucks sister.'' she repeated the line that headed the video I was half way through watching.''You watched this last night?'' she asked.''Well,'' I tried desperately to think of a lie but not a single one came to my mind. She smiled a little as she watched me struggle, ''Yes.'' I finally answered. ''I was a little turned on last night. Seeing you wriggle around trying to free yourself from your dress, turned me on.'' I confessed.''Is it.