She moved her head, and instantly felt a hand on her forehead. ‘Jennifer?’ She opened her eyes and looked at who addressed her. A kindly older gen...leman in a white coat looked at her with a kind of reassuring detachment. He was a doctor. ‘Hmm?’ ‘Welcome back to the land of the living, Jennifer,’ the doctor said, ‘Nice to see you.’ ‘Um, who are you?’ Jennifer asked. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I am Doctor Phillips. You are at the Metro Medical Center. The police brought you in three days ago. You were the. Death by kiss, the headlines would read. I think if he had wanted to, he could have taken me on the hood of his truck and I wouldn’t have cared. Did I mention I’m shy and conservative around men? Fortunately he had at least a little control over his senses, because he pulled back and deposited me in the truck without a word. Which was fine, since I don’t think I could have comprehended something as complex as the English language at that point. He came around and climbed in his side,. "Will my memory come back?" I asked."It is possible that bits and pieces will return but not a great deal and not much at a time. Consider yourself lucky, since you have enough of your brain working to know when you are hungry and how to eat.The tell you every time they come in that the brain is like a computer. More truthful would be the computer is modeled on our brain. We actually have three kinds of memory. It's like when your computer comes on. There are something that are almost hardwired. "Look at him, Donna" laughed Cynthia, after a long drink from a water bottle, "I think he likes licking your toes! He's getting hard!" Donna teased my lips with her big toe, sliding her foot in slowly. "You like this, pervert?," she asked softly. "Suck my toes, go ahead, lick them." I tasted the piss and grit from the deck on all five of her flexing toes. There wasn't much I could do but slurp and suck until she yanked her foot out to show me her spit-shined toenails.Thankfully, Donna and.