Chapter 37: The Most Unexpected

“Oh, not long,” said the girl who gave me a hard-on at the coffee shop.

Something in recognition hit me like a bolt of lightning. “Excuse me?” I queried her. “Who are you?” “I am the daughter of Ben the son of the dairy owner. He’s one of the big brothers who came to the dairy weekends after my grandfather had his heart attack. You and my mother ran into each other one morning and seeing your penis pointing straight at her, well, she just freaked out. She’s been telling the story ever since about the two legged livestock. You probably don’t remember.”

“I probably don’t remember because I forgot almost everything about the dairy experience and it has recently come back to me steady by jerks. I’m supposed to eventually retrieve all of my memory as time passes. But talking to you is helping. What I’m curious about is why and how you made me react to meeting you differently than, say, your friend here. I’m sorry I didn’t get either of your names.” “Oh, I’m Linda and this is Gail.”

Their names struck me and suddenly I had memories of other ladies with their same names. Linda just smiled at me in a coy kind of way. “Why we have come here is to tell you your time now, here, is almost up. You will have little time left to make any arrangements before you transition.” I just looked at them wide eyed. The term transition had meaning for me.

At willfully trying to conjure up disbelief in them I was failing. I wanted everything to suddenly revert back to what it was seconds ago, my reality, what I wanted to hang on to. I was a god. This wasn’t happening. I wished I’d never asked to see this college student again. It was a curse. “Who are you, really?” “I’m what you humans would believe is the Grim Reaper. But in fact I can be anybody and this call for your return makes me the grand daughter I just described. It fits the circumstances. So lets go with that.”

I looked at them, looked at myself and I felt my spirit dissipating. Suddenly my life was rushing at me with memories and they were vivid. “My wife. She’s going to have triplets soon. You can’t have me leave her alone. That’s cruel, too cruel. “You don’t have to, don’t really want to worry. The sister goddesses are taking care of all that and all will be just fine. You can trust them. You know that. You may have noticed how willfully your wife has accepted your livestock lifestyle. There are reasons why in survival mode. What other life partner would accept her husband doing what you do literally fucking around.

“Seriously, your wife will be just fine.

In transitioning you are returning to your former self at a point prior to your time at the dairy. This is exciting, a test. You will retain your memories just enough to re-program your life and memories will continue to return to you over time. But I don’t need to tell you any more. This is all you need to know. You will transition soon. Make the best use of your time here as you see fit. You will always have free will. And if you perform well you will again return to this, your reward.”

At that the two of them rose up and the girl friend of the Grim Reaper came over to give me a kiss and said, “I really would have liked to have you fuck me too.” And they sort of disappeared among the party goers but oddly vanished as well. So, obviously I needed to talk to the sisters immediately.

I got a horrible sinking feeling as I tried to find Siza or Fern, Pool or Branch, Loon, where was Loon? I had what I remembered from the Army while working shift work for too many hours, months on end. It was an out of body thing as if I was rising up from the floor. I felt helpless and wanted to fight it but realized it was too late. I was disappearing from the reality I had just begun to love. I would lose my self esteem, was beginning to feel the loss I felt as a kid. Visions plagued me which made no sense.

I was an entity I knew, yet maybe did not, and it was as if I was traveling through something, nothing, nowhere.

These visions seemed recollections from the past and then again, not so much but I didn’t fear I might be dead.