Her left hand flies away from her body and grabs on to my right arm. We’re stuck between floors. She regains her composure quickly and releases my...arm. I turn my head to look at her. She still averts my gaze. Her eyes are fixed on the ground this time. “Forgive me, Sir,” She pleads. She is a sub. “Are you okay?” I ask her. “Yes Sir. Thank you for asking,” she replies. I walk to her, place my hands on her hips and lift her skirt. Her eyes are still fixed on the ground. I lift the hem of. "We have to rehearse," she said into his lips. "I need the money."It was, perhaps, the longest hour and a half in Bob's life. Once they separated, in the kitchen, she took his hand and pulled him to the living room. There was a computer set up along one wall and Layla went to it to activate the screen."I need to get a little work done," she said. "Can you entertain Aidan for a bit?" Work?" he asked."I administer some web sites," she said. "I design them and then run them for people." Wow," said. ."Even as he spoke this word he wondered about its meaning, while he realized at the same time that this word was meant for the lambent lady above him.As his eyes adjusted to the darkness around him, the tall and dirty brickwalls of an alley came into focus, then slowly the fact that he was lying flat on his back.As he tried to get up his hand slipped and he crashed back onto the hard stone. BARRY! He winced as a jolt of pain went through his head and his mind."Ok so I probably am Barry..."he. ” Her voice trailed off.“Never met what?” Addison prompted.“Nothing.”“C’mon, Kimber. Talk!”Kimber wagged her hand dismissively. “It’s really nothing.”Addison gawped, then grinned. “You have a crush on Dad!”“No I DON’T!”Addison laughed. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you. He’s exactly the same guy but since the amnesia he looks totally different. I don’t know why, but he does! I think it’s his personality, or maybe he doesn’t care about work so much, or maybe he isn’t worried about stuff. Either way,.