Could you do it? Of course. You’d draw a line and never cross it. I know you can do that. And you would be miserable. Oh, you would put on a happy f...ce, and you would have a good sex life, but deep down, you would struggle every single day. All it would take would be one misstep and everything would come crashing down. You could spend twenty years fighting it, then one moment of weakness and your entire life unravels.”“We’re back to the tribal, group relationship argument again, aren’t we?” I. I’m so tired that I quickly fall asleep despite them.The morning is awkward because the night is still fresh in my mind. Even a cold shower doesn’t make me forget the images of my mother’s bush or the expressions on her face when she was constantly orgasming on top of me.Everyone is at the breakfast table when I come down. I had hoped mom would have already left, but she hasn’t. Mom doesn’t act weird in any way. She even asks about the lecture I have today, but she has always been interested in. With no memory, however, instead of being taken to aresidence immediately, she was taken to the hospital for observation.She was given to understand that she would be there for at least 90 daysunless she recovered her memory. Which she couldn't do.The hospital was clean, and relatively free for an institution in thattime period. While the residents were in locked wards, they weren'tkept in locked rooms, they were allowed to walk the grounds, andrestraints were only used in cases of the. She said, “Would you get it over with already? Looking at this obelisk has given me ideas and I’m beginning to get impatient.”Georgia grabbed Oscar’s wallet out of her captive’s hand. Waving it around, she said, “You’re so lucky that she’s getting impatient. We’d have stayed here all day discussing what to do with you.”Winking at Georgia, Oscar said, “My ineffective little thief, consider yourself thoroughly threatened. You know what I mean; bodily harm complete with insertion of body parts in.