"Who the hell are you?" I asked."That's a very silly question to ask the woman who's loved you most of your life," she said. "I have to say that thing... are proceeding a lot more slowly than I'd like. You do know that you're the only one who can help me, don't you? You have to get your memory back or I'm going to be in a lot of pain."I just looked at her. I got thirsty and she handed me the cup of water. She brought me the stack of magazines that was on the table near the door."Are these mine?". . ah, prepared!". "Well you certainlysucceeded!" Dark, voluptuous Janet giggled, but there was a dubiousglint in her eye.as well, "We were just swimming down at the streamthere, when we saw the dust from your car comingup the gravel drive,"She gestured at the stream, about a mile, down a wide grassy truck path,"C'mon, we'll get our clothes and show you around the place!"I didn't want to go down there with them. What I wanted was to make someexcuse to stay here and get a closer look at the. A female form rose from a nearby chair and approached him."Mom?" he asked, confused.She sat next to him. "You've finally figured it out, master."He snapped back to full consciousness. "Eudora. You...why do you look like..." Upon smelling her perfume, his mind flashed back to a defining moment from his childhood: He was sitting on his mother's bed, looking at an old photograph of her. "You're so pretty, Mommy," he praised her.He returned to the present. "...like my mother?" He looked Eudora up. My legs were thin and long, making up most of my height of 5'7". I was thin, and worked out often, keeping my stomach flat and shapely. My hips swelled out enticingly, promising a flexible time for anyone who was interested, and my butt was comely and swayed at a complimenting angle to my 36C, though perky, breasts. My skin, though pale, was almost luminescent, and free of blemishes. Tonight, I had even rid myself of undergarments, and my nipples were swelled up against the cold, easily peeking.