Embarrassedly, Mr Timberland mumbled something about it being easier if one - or both - didn't engage in carnal relations, however... Carnivorous Cow ruminated long and hard on that.
She'd noticed of late that a number of people from her past had surfaced without warning, often in unexpected ways. A couple were now married to people she worked with. A couple of others were connected via circuitous work connections. Even one who had since died was dragged into her memory by the physical presence of one of his ex-colleagues. She'd had the uncomfortable experience of feeling herself watched in a recent seminar, only to realise afterward that the watcher had flickered onto her screen as an extra at some point.
If one's life was supposed to flash before one's eyes as one died, Carnivorous Cow wondered, what was the significance of being confronted with one's recreational history, in technicolor and sensurround? And - perhaps more frightening, as the intervening years had definitely not been kind to some of them - were they also now going to flash?