"What are you up to? I don't have anything else except regular pajamabottoms." I replied, smiling back."Sure you do. I put them on the bed. I will hel... you if you like." washer answer as she turned and left the bathroom.I drained the drink I had and went to see what she meant. I found hersitting on the bed, next to what looked like a pile of her sexiestlingerie. "What's this?" I asked curiously."This is your outfit for tonight." she replied, holding up a pair ofshiny pink panties."Your kidding. Why. Did. You. Do. It?”“I’m s-sorry.” He whimpered. “I w-was m-m-mad at y-ou a-and a-at C-C-Connor a-and I just… w-wanted to fuck h-him s-so b-bad.”I actually felt sorry for the little shit and I said, “Look, I know you were mad, but you had no right to come into MY room, make MY Connor have sex with you. Let him go, Ben.”He started crying even harder and I knew this wasn’t going to end anytime soon so I sat down on his bed with him and wrapped my arms around him. After a while, he stopped. I could tell she was concerned."I think it's harder on everyone around me, and especially you Mom. I mean, Idon't know what I am missing, but you have lost the little girl you loved. Inher place is someone who looks like her, and sounds like her, yet has no memoryof any of the happy or sad times we have shared. I hope I do get my memory backsomeday. If I don't get my memory back, then we have a choice to make."My mother looked very thoughtful as she considered what I had said. "What choicedo we. Needless to say, we got a significant bump in salary.We came home one Saturday night after working on what we were turning into a documentary on homeless people to find a surprise waiting for us. We had filmed two young black guys doing a rap while Boom Boom and Tin Can provided percussion. I personally didn’t like rap but thought they had talent. Jen and I had decided to stop soon and start final edits. Even after that, we should have almost two hours of quality video we were going to try to.