She asked me if I’m interested in sex and I accidentally took it a step further and said “Yes I’m very much interested in having sex especially ...ith you.” She gave me a surprising look and slowly smiled. I took it as a green signal. I asked her if she was interested in sleeping with me. She said “I do but as I said I’m afraid of having the first sex.” I told her that nothing wrong would happen and if she is really interested then we a have loads of fun on bed. She then thought for a while and. "Sorry, sorry. It's not anything that anyone did; it's something that happened a while ago." Can you tell us anything about it?" Her name was Emanuelle but I called her Ella. We were in love. It was supposed to be safe there; they allowed dependents and everything. All I can remember is making a date to have lunch in a sidewalk café, then I woke up in the hospital and her family had already taken her body back to the States. It's called traumatic amnesia, where you lose the memories of what. It's an old stone house and I'm sitting in the dining room, from where I can see the kitchen, just beyond which is the bathroom. Gabi is making breakfast, boiling water for coffee in a pan. She is fully dressed in jeans, shirt and cowboy boots. She's a small, thin, bird-like woman, quite pretty but exuding no sex at all.Esme, on the other hand, is taller, sturdier and made of livelier stuff, as she reminds me when she appears from the shower.She pretends she hasn't seen me. She's wearing just a. She’s in jeans and a colorful blouse, athletic shoes on her feet, her hair held back from her face by a couple of barrettes.“Hi, Mila.”“Hello, Haley. What. Are. You. Doing?”“College work,” I replied. “Wanna sit with me?”Her face lit up and she bobbed her head.She sat silently for a minute, watching me scribble on a pad, then, “las matemáticas?”“Math? Numbers?”“Yes, numbers. Math?”“Math,” I said. “In English, ‘math’ is short, ‘mathematics’ is long.”“Yes. Spanish. Mates and las matemáticas..