That blonde was really pretty. Lisa pushed her way out of the little flitter and dropped to the ground, took a deep breath and stretched her arms over...her head, displaying her entire, beautifully naked, slender form.The mountain air smelled fresh and alive. The quiet breeze whispering through the trees and the sounds of the birds belied the stress and danger that they all had just endured.“You guys got any plans?” Lisa asked the girl, looking in her mind to see what was going on in there. The. “Who am I? Where am I from?” I asked, pleading that an answer to my quandary could be given quickly. “We’re going to have to disappoint you, we don’t know who you are. You have no dental records, no hospital records, no fingerprints can be found anywhere. You are the epitome of Jane Doe.” I felt my heart sink as I sat upright in the hard hospital bed, my muscles stretching and burning through their lack of exercise. “But…” “This will be hard for you Miss Doe, but with no identification, no next. ‘No problem, let’s get something to eat and then go to the mall.’ We ate a quick lunch at McDonalds and headed out to the mall. We had no particular plans and simply found ourselves walking through stores, talking. At times we simply held hands, other times our arms were around each other. I gave her a quick squeeze and she smiled. Man, she was beautiful. I bought her a new dress and a sweater and she changed into them and we continued walking. It was late afternoon when we returned home and. She was quiet for a minute she then said; “I got on your computer one day to look something up, and I found your story site, I saw what kinds of stories you like to read, a lot of taboo type stories. So I made up an account and wrote a story that I thought you would like. A couple days later you wrote a comment on the story I wrote. Do you know what you wrote?”“What was the name of the story?” I asked.“It was called, ‘I’m my sister’s pee whore.”“Omg!” I said, “is that the story about the sister.