I don't even remember my name." Yes, I know," I said with a feigned tone of concern. "You have amnesia ... and the tests that we've been running tell ...s that you will likely never recover your long term memories." I'll never remember who I was...?"I shook my head."But ... the people who know and love me ... they can help, right? Tell me about my past...? Help me to remember...? Will that trigger old mem--" There are no people to trigger anything," I cut in. "You were found wandering the. .. Hot..." Lizzie moaned as she jumped onto Amy's nude body, shoving her mouth against the black haired woman's in pure passion."Mmm!" Amy moaned through the kiss as for once, Lizzie's tongue shot into her mouth, wiggling around in frantic search of her own. When they found each other, they immediately pressed against each other, seeking out that blissful contact instinctively.Amy slowly spread her bare legs and nestled Lizzie in between them, wrapping them around the younger girl's back and. After all, everyone knows there are not only detectives on the other side watching but video and audio recording equipment catching every detail so the police could go over it again and again, analyzing everything with the most sophisticated software available to them.Instead of giving them a show, I sat down on the side of the table opposite from the door.Along with all of the cliché details, I wondered how long I would have to wait before they decided to talk to me. I pulled out my cellphone. Beryl however was less careful and once he had had an odd glimpse of her knickers as she dressed when her door had blown open, and on another occasion her shorts had split, and she had rushed off to change. But a good look, a real look at her body, now that had eluded him. At school he had had the usual birds and bees crap, as it happened by a rather nice mistress Miss Webb. She had not shown the least embarrassment, had shown the film and explained about masturbation (they all knew that bit).