Carla Sheldon.

Your name is Carla Sheldon. You have a strange family. Well, immediate family anyway. You never knew your father. Your mother had met him on Far Away eighteen years ago, when she was 26 in that life. You always feel sad hearing about it. And your mother's condition. She refused to alter her genetics to take it way, but her heart condition is that if she doesn't rejuve by 42 she could suffer from bodyloss (Not a problem anymore but she doesn't know that). She had decided to take it easy that life and went on an excursion to Far Away to fly over the largest volcano in the Commonwealth. You'd seen pictures and heard your mother's tales but the idea of a volcano so big that it actually breaks atmosphere into space is still mind boggling. There she met a young tour guide, and well...when she returned she was pregnant. She sent word back to the company for the guide...but it informed her that the man had died and he was part of a sect that didn't believe in re-lifing. They didn't even install memory cells.

She decided to keep the baby, of course or you'd not be here. It hadn't been easy on your 16th birthday. She had postponed her rejuve one week to be there for your birthday, like a good mother, your older sister (by two hundred years!) didn't like that but being a mother (and great great grandmother) understood it. She had had a heart attack on that day right after the cake. She had to immediately be sent into rejuve to save her life (You've never met anyone that has had more lives than her, even her father had less lives, but such is her genetic condition.) But you sister told you a secret about this rejuve. Nigel Sheldon had ordered the doctors to edit out the condition. He believed eventually there may be a life limit...and he wanted his child to outlive him. Your mother still didn't know that he did that. She would have been against it. She was very religious as a child. And you have a feeling that if your oldest brother (By THREE hundred years) hadn't been only ten years old her first life she would never have rejuvenated in the first place.

You shake yourself out of your momentary morose at those thoughts and turn over to your best friend Sharra, even if she was just starting her second life. She was also a Sheldon of course. She wouldn't be here on this planet if she weren't. She was a second cousin, like ten times removed. She was sixty three years older than you but, technically her great great great grandmother was your mother's niece...or something like that.

You smile at her, laying on your bed in your room, just as nude and sweaty as you. "Wow...like...first Cressat is even more awesome than I imagined. I mean Wessex is advanced...but here? Wow oh Wow. And I think I saw Ozzie walking out of Grandpa's office the other day. And then...then...you show me things I didn't know felt so good."

Sharra smiled, her OCtattoes making her so exotic, she was a scientist so had a lot of Array tats to help with here FTL research. "You know your mother wouldn't like what we did on a base level. But don't worry...no secrets. I told her what I had planned, and she may not have liked it, but with all the scam artists I told her I'd rather it be a family member that couldn't get you pregnant or worse. Besides...you needed the education."

You frown a bit, "Wait...you planned this? I...I thought..."

Sharra smiled gently, "You are my favorite cousin in the universe. But yes I planned this. For enjoyment, first off. It was the most fun I've had in a long time. But I got suckered when I was just leaving my nest, your mother and I didn't want that to happen to you."

"Oh...well...it was an enjoyable lesson. You...uh..." You blush. "I came a lot."

"I know. But it's not over, my dear. First we haven't passed out from exhaustion yet, and tomorrow I'm going to go over the usual scams people try and pull on young dumb heiresses."

"I'm not dumb!"

"To a fourth life con artist...you are. And then after the cynic training, as Nigel calls it, we collapse in exhaustion again."

"What do you mean?" you ask, then blink and blush deeper than before. Maybe you do need a bit more education. You begin to think going to Illuminatus, notorious for it's parties and criminal element, would have been a very bad thing at this time in your first life.

"Shhh, don't be embarrassed." Her hand reaches up to rub your first OCtattoo, placed near your tear ducts it controls your third (Memory cell and E butler on you 13th birthday being the first two) insert; a tactile enhancer, it's blue and shaped like a tear drop. You twitch the skin there to activate the enhancer, and again to upgrade the sensitivity. When her hand touches and strokes your face it is almost orgasmic. You moan loudly. "Now....let's get exhausted." She kisses you deeply, the enhancer makes it feel so good you gush instantly.