I’d been for a piss, shifting some of mediocre local beer I’d managed to chug down, and was walking back to the table when I noticed the bar owner... Oz, talking to my girlfriend Alison. Ali saw me coming back over and smiled, and I could see relief in her face. That smarmy bastard had been making moves on her all night, every time my back was turned, and we were thinking about moving on to get away from him. I couldn’t blame the guy for fancying her, who wouldn’t? 5’6”, long blonde hair, big. As soon as Sandy discovered I wasn't going to be home until late she made plans to go out. Where? Why? The most troubling question was: Who was she with?There was less than an hour before I had to head north so no more looking today. My gut hurt and I felt guilty for my suspicious. Still, I left a note on the kitchen table telling her I would be even later getting home tonight and for the rest of the week. I mentioned I would probably have to work Saturday, too. I promised to explain when we. " "I know, I've seen Nancy doing this to you before and you loved it," she confessed, looking at me. Our eyes glared at one another for over five minutes straight as my heart blossomed in ways Nancy never made me feel. As her hand was drenched, my hands snagged her right wrist. "Give me your hand," I demanded, bringing her hand up to my lips. They opened up and her hand jolted right into my mouth. "Suck my hand clean, Celia, I don't want even a single drop of cum left on my hand." Every square. Or maybe I am remembering them.I know, for example, that I am in a "room"It has "walls" and a "floor" and a "ceiling" and a "door"I want to remember my new words. I wonder how I can?********I now have a way to remember my words.There is a a "desk" and a "chair" and "paper" and a "pen"I write down my words, so I can remember them.*****Do I have a name?It seems like I must, but I don't remember it.I should know my name.*****I remembered something odd.I think I had not one name but two.One other.