" That's a farce! Amnesia, my foot! The only amnesia even similar to the complete memory loss you claim happens in Hollywood when writers and director... use outlandish artistic license to achieve their ends. I don't know why you pretend such extensive memory loss. Artistic license to achieve an end doesn't fit, but that doesn't alter the fact that you're faking amnesia. Now, get out of my face!" As I was saying," Coach said menacingly, moving even closer, "before I lost my memories, I was known. ” We exchanged numbers and went and mingled with the crowd.After the sangeet, there was a DJ night and it was only for the youngsters. My wife was back by then and we all were drinking and dancing. Time and again, Ridhima came up to me and started dancing. But it was all well within reason and we all had a great time.Around 2 am, I and my wife went for dinner as she was hungry and I was pretty tipsy. I was horny since kissing Ridhima and took my wife back to the room and banged her in doggy. She still had a lot to learn, however, she was excited at the prospect of working with patients and their myriad of problems whether they be physical, mental, emotional or even, and here she always giggled, sexual. It was by chance that she stumbled upon this career choice when one of her last boyfriends had had an awful motorcycle accident that had left him almost paralysed and near suicidal with depression. Nothing Emma did had seemed to help, however, she was ever present as his therapist. Lord knows how long she was out in the cold rain!" What the fuck did you think you were DOING?" Betty chided, starting to lead her lover toward the other wing of the mansion. Cindy, also wrapped in a towel, helped support the girl on the other side."I ... I ... HAD to see you," Juno said in a weak voice, her teeth chattering. "I HAD to! I made the cabbie drop me off at the gate at the head of the driveway. But when I got closer, I started worrying that this was the wrong house. And then I.