.per kuch der baar fir gaya tabhi waha chudaai chalu thi mujhe 100 % sque ho gaya ki wo anup nahi hai & wo nahi nikla me ghar k bahar dhire se gaya or...bell bajayii & 1dam normal se kaha koi hai k ander aau wo 1dam se sahi ho gaye or room me baith ker hass ker baat kerne lage. Per mujhe sab pata tha or anu ne pucha ki tum aaj jaldi kasie aa gaye to mene apni puri baat bata di. To kal meri chutti thi to me anu ko bina kahe apne gahr se b chala gaya or fix wahi time per aa gaya to same kal ki. She could also remember the week leading to that fateful day, but past that…nothing came. Mere flashes, stills from long hours she spent on Photoshop, naked in her studio. But nothing significant…Not even what she ate or listened to. Worse, trying to recall further memories was starting to hurt. The more she focused, the sharper the headache grew. The brain surgery. Candy Records, Brooke realized, had messed with her memory. Maybe put an inhibitor chip or whatever. She knew they had tampered. "I think you'd be very surprised." The bar's owner watched closelyas the man gulped his free drink down just as he had all the others."But I don't know anything about working in a bar. I mean, I can'teven fix a drink fancier than straight up?" The bartender removed theemptied glass and set another full one down in its place."Fixing drinks isn't very important for what I have in mind," repliedthe odd man with a smile. "You really won't need to work in the barvery often - just every now and. His tongue in my mouth, hands all over my breasts. I kissed him back, deep and hard, my tongue curling around his, keeping him locked on my mouth as my hands worked their hardest to undo his zipper – which I swear was welded shut. Although, when I finally got it undone, and slipped my hand inside, he pushed me away. “Wait. Samantha... this is so wrong.” His voice revealed worry, and distress, but I kissed it away. “Shh... Mr. Newman. This is only wrong if it feels wrong,” I murmured, lifting.