You said the names of the girls, Joan and Jill, or I wouldn't even know that. AND, I don't know who is Joan or who is Jill. I might as well have been ...orn when I woke up in the hospital bed. There's nothing at all in my head. Nothing." Hey, it worked with Beth Ann. It made sense to stick with what was successful."When the doctor came in, he never asked me how I was, and talked non-stop until he left. Other than to listen, I might as well have been a statue. But – I don't want to be a. "Well have some pride, woman, and dump his perverted old ass."Misha tried to reason about what had changed in order for her to be where she was now: on this tired old sofa, freshly recovered from a mind-melting orgasm, at the hands of this man she had been so repulsed by.Masha's brain started to create, and soon the image was replayed in her mind. But it was as if a new edit of that day had been re-written, one that she now remembered differently, the original being saved deep in her. We were going to get a divorce! It seemed so sad but on theother hand, we were agreeable to make it fast and uncontested. Tammy and Iwould still be living together and nothing would change as far as our lovefor one another. We would love each other but only in a different way.Tammy said she wanted us to remain close, as if we were sisters and madean agreement to that fact.Tammy drove to the real estate office this morning and I planned to dosomething I should have done months ago but was. I owe you mister, and in the future...” she stopped talking. She suddenly stood, tendered me a sympathetic glance, and walked out. I hadn’t even had a chance to react to what she’d said. Fuck!I remained sitting for a long time. I didn’t move, not even to scratch my back, nothing. For some reason, or maybe no reason, I wasn’t surprised. She’d always been out of my league. That she’d decided to marry me to begin with had been a shock, and had always remained one. Yes, she owed me for my help in.