Now that she was two years older and less impressionable, combined with discovering how morally ambiguous LM actually was, she wasn't so sure hers was...the path to follow.Janet paused again to look at her body in the mirror, wondering how it would be to look as she did in her natural state? To not have men staring at her chest constantly, to not have women hate her, to not have so many refuse to take her seriously simply because of the size of her breasts? Breasts that, ironically, weren't even. “Ouch,” Chad winced.“I don’t mean that in a bad way. I’m just saying that you had ten years of Office Whores before me. I don’t expect you to never enjoy the types of sexual activities with me that you did with them. That’s just silly and it would be extremely limiting. What would be left to do?” Reina laughed.Chad nodded, “You’re right, of course. I just wish that there were more I could give you in the way of firsts.”Reina smiled, “Chad, I am your first and only wife. No one who came before. We took the elevator up, got off and walked to the door. At that point I realized we were at his room not mine. When he opened the door I asked what we were doing and he said he would like to spend some time alone with me. I was tipsy but knew better, still I walked in sitting down on the bed with the idea of a few kisses and excusing myself.It didn't take long for the kissing to get very passionate and the special attention he was giving me was just what I needed. Then he put his hand on my. But the doctor explained that she had false memories. She had a false memory about the policeman being her boyfriend because she WANTED to think of him as a boyfriend. And we all agreed that just about anybody in her situation would WANT to kill her rapist. But that doesn't mean she did. What if that was a false memory? What if she believed she'd done it because she WANTED to kill him? It's perfectly reasonable to believe that a car involved in an accident, and which was leaking gasoline, might.