He started to complain so I dropped my sweaty crotch over his mouth and nose. I held it there for about ten seconds. Then I lifted myself and said �...That will teach you to try to chat up Jane – won’t it?’ ‘I was drunk,’ he said. ‘That’s no excuse! Are you sorry?’ ‘Well…’ ‘Are you sorry? – or you’re staying tied up.’ I insisted. ‘I’m sorry, Sheila.’ ‘That’s better. Now I’ll let you go.’ The ‘Hungarian’ girl who had helped me came over. ‘Are you have trouble with him?’ she asked. ‘Not now,’ I. With one smooth yank, he peels my tshirt off revealing my twinkish like body as we make it through the utility. At the utility room door, I cleanly swipe his tshirt off, revealing his young, devilishly attractive, slender body. We aim for the stairs, I start pulling at his track suit bottoms, I pull the elastic cord, and as he clears his shoes, his pants drop revealing his colourful undies, and athletic legs. He removes my belt, and opens the buttons to my jeans, they start to fall, I loose my. Sitting on the bed, waiting her turn to work on me, Gillian chipped in,"Oh you're going to be a knockout with that on. I love wearing mine formy boyfriend. Sex is much more rewarding with one."Chantel laced me up like she did before, checking the waist size beforegoing to the bag and picking out a new pair of sheer 30 denierstockings. She undid the packet at my request and handed them to me. Itwas then that I realized that I was likely to poke a nail through thethin material. Seeing my plight,. With the water heating up, I turned to Angel, sitting on one of the stools at the island table. She had a small smile and it was reflected on me.“You don’t remember anything ... but you know what soup is?”A look of confusion crossed her face. “I didn’t even notice.”“Its obvious you have some form of amnesia, but I’m not surprised you remember non-personal stuff. It means that there are some things that your mind still remembers.” ‘Maybe she isn’t retaining those memories, maybe those memories.