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Mike stepped out of the Buick and closed the door. He could see his mother and father talking in whispers as he then made his way to the house.

As soon as he reaches the door a young woman with long blonde hair, comes out and grabs him. Her buoyancy safety devices smother his face as her arms go around his back.

“Suh yua Dadgidda.” Came a voice as mike struggled to break from the iron like grasp, as his arms flailed about trying to push away. He still viewed her as a sister but with the memories of Nicole he still found this embarrassing.

“Sorry, I did not hear that. Mikey” Came a reply in a soft melody of a voice, as she released the clasp of her prey.

“Sis, you almost suffocated me.” Mike said after gasping for breath.

“Sorry.” She said in a mocking tone. “But you made all of us worried sick. You could have died.”

Mike just replied with an apology in a quiet voice, as his chin touched his chest with his lowered head which had now gone a bright red.

He heard the noise of a car door closing and darted past his sister and up the stairs, this time being careful.

Once he made it to his room he closed the door and put his back to it before sliding down and onto the floor. Mike just sat there for what seemed like forever, sorting through his memories. He could remember His life as Mike and a separate one for Nicole. The memories were becoming all jumbled up and it felt like they were slowly merging into one.

He was finally broken from his Existentialism, when he heard his mom call from downstairs in a muffled voice, “Dinner.”

He Got up unsteadily with his one good arm and headed downstairs.

When he arrived at the dinner table he sat at his usual spot. His sister came down a few minutes later.

His parents came into the dining room with two plates each and put them on the table.

“Thank you.” Came from both him and his sister.

As his father and mother sat at the table, they all held hands.

His father then said to all of them, “Let’s say grace.”

They all lowered their heads.

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A few minutes later they were all eating.

Mike looked at his plate. On it sat a plate with meatloaf that had some kind of nut mixed in and served alongside it where a mash and some kind of boiled green. It all tasted brilliantly for cuisine in this time period but was a bit lacking compared to the food from the 21st century.

After finishing a mouthful his mother asked his father. “Henry, how was work this week?”

He let out a sigh as he finished his mouthful and answered. “Audrey-Honey you should not have to worry about stuff like that but since you asked. Not much just another break down on one of the machines. Oh, and one of the lumber yards are refusing to sell to us any more stock for some or other reason.”

“The Millers have invited us to dinner tomorrow.” Came a voice from the opposite side of the table as mike. It was his sister, who then quickly took another mouthful of food and lowered her head.

He then looked at his parents who gave each other knowing glances and then to his sister who was turning red. Was there something he was unaware of?

His father then shook his head as he turned to Mike and then said, “Mike do you now see why we get upset when you do not listen to us. We will not just tell you something because we want to oppress you. It is because we care about you.

After he finished Mike turned his head to his mother who was crying he put his hand on his mom’s shoulder and then said, “I am sorry for making you all worry and I will not disobey you again. I do not want something like this to happen again.”

His mother got up and hugged him.

He spent the next few minutes awkwardly eating with one hand. It was a god thing it was something soft like meatloaf.

He then asked to be excused. After a nod from his father, he went upstairs Guessing that his parents wanted to talk to Lucy.

As he reached the top he heard his mom shout from the dining room. “Next to your lunch tomorrow there will be a letter for your coach.” He nodded and appreciated his mothers forethought and said back. “Got it.”

He then heard his father say in a quieted voice. “If he asks will you say yes?”

It dawned on him what they were talking about and why there was a weird atmosphere tonight other than the one caused by his accident.

He went into the bathroom and after a fiddly two minutes had taken off his clothes. He stood in front of the mirror looking at his body while thinking to himself. “I need to get stronger.”

He had short blonde hair which had recently been cut. His skin was a pale colour and he lacked any muscles.

After looking at himself for a few minutes he then moved onto washing himself with a damp cloth after running it under hot water.

He then lay down in the tub while thinking what sex would feel like. He had memories of Nicole but she was only into girls and Mike had yet to even get a kiss let alone do anything remotely sexual.

He ran his hand over his nether region as he began to recall the most intimate experiences in his previous life. His heart rate quickened and well as his motion.

Back and forth constantly. His mind focused on one specifically. Nicole had pleasured herself to this many a time. They were both teenagers Nicole and a girl with Auburn hair. Samantha was her name, maybe? She was curious about what it was like with another girl and Nicole was glad to show her. It was in that stage where she was just getting her confidence with lovers.

After a good few minutes, a tangle of caramel and auburn hair had occurred in his head, and a scream was let out in the mindscape as well as a muffled gasp as mike tried to hold it in. Succeeding with only a long sharp sigh, escaping his breath as a sharp pain came up along with a pleasant aroma.

He got up and turned on the tap. After wiping himself, the tub and surrounding walls for love juices, he rinsed the cloth. And then headed out into his bedroom after drying off.

He was now exhausted as he plopped himself on the bed and drifted off to sleep.