He had amassed a reasonable amount in his savings account. His needs had been simple, his rent low and his social life almost non-existent. He told an...one around him that he was happy with his life, however. It was almost a year since he had awakened in hospital.Detective Martin Polikoff dropped in from time to time to see how his favorite amnesiac was getting on. They had become friends, with the policeman insisting his visits were unofficial.John stopped in regularly to see Tom Matthews and. What an idiot I am having overlooked him for so long, but now is my time to have him for as long as he will have me. “Good morning, Sir. Do you need any help,” I asked as I placed my hand on his lower back. “Ah, little one, I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. After last night you needed some rest. How are you feeling and how did you sleep,” his voice was so soothing, so calm. I could listen to him speak for hours. I sighed, “I slept great Sir, but I am a bit sore. It is a good sore. “She’s beautiful, with breasts to die for, and you’re you,” explained Sarah. “Even you wouldn’t believe you if you weren’t you.”“I will grant you that it seems unlikely on the surface. Why would a woman like that come on to me? She might be a certifiable nut. We don’t know. I doubt there’s any statistics dealing with the likelihood of big-titted women being more apt to lie than flat chested women,” I admitted. “My experience indicates they are.”The next week was very revealing for me. Sarah. "Look Lexie, ya gotta understand I got no change for a hundred. I ... don't get much customers in here lately and - well, I don't do so well these days." He looked round the run-down cafe with its faded tablecloths, peeling paint and dusty window ledges. Lucia would have screamed at him for letting it go like this.He felt a gentle touch on his hand. "I-I can clean. I used to work in a cafe - please can I repay you by working?" Lexie, ya sure? Ya gonna do this for Uncle Armando?"She stood and.