We moved to the couch where you began removing my clothing as you picked me up and laid me gently on the soft cushions. You stood up long enough to re...ove your own parcels of cloth and then picked up kissing me again as you moved your hands across my silky white smooth skin. You caressed my breasts and felt the nipples beneath your thumbs as you rubbed them sending me into a moaning frenzy of pleasure. You moved your mouth to feed upon them…caressing the other as you suckled the mounds of soft. The lights seemed to shock him when it got dark and I turned them on. He looked confused as hell. In a minute he walked over to touch one, very carefully. By that time the bulb was hot, of course, and he jerked his hand away quick. And he bloody nodded, like he was approving or something.It has to be amnesia, I thought. That explained a lot. Well, not everything. I mean, the clothes, what was he doing out in the snow, where did he come from, what’s up with the language? It’s all too weird.He. " That's right." Lauren turned back to the TV Nick looked down at her. She shivered as cold outside air blew across her. "Burr…" She said.Nick looked around for a blanket. There were none. So he sat down next to her and pressed his body against her legs. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her into him. He rubbed her thigh, using friction to warm her leg. Her bare leg was smooth and tight from exercising."You alright?" Nick asked her."Yeah I'm fine. I hate storms." Lauren sighed as her. "How many?" Two," he mumbled. "Or maybe three or four." He doesn't know," Mark shook his head and that was why he was mad.It was one thing to drop something in the carb, everyone did that once and then you learned really, really good and forever why you didn't wanna do that. Cause you had to take it apart and find whatever you dropped or your car pretty much self-destructed. But the key was knowing exactly how many somethings you dropped, because you had to find them all and not knowing was.