’ He sat up and pushed his pajama pants down. I stared at him, he was a fairly attractive guy, a bit too old for me probably. His hair graying, but ...his chest nice and muscular. I was laying in a king sized bed, in quite a luxurious bedroom. I couldn’t remember this room. I couldn’t remember being here before. I couldn’t remember him. I shook my head. ‘You don’t believe me?’ He asked. ‘If it isn’t about feeling good, then what is life about?’ I frowned that question was too hard, too. "Was it her that hit you?" Jan asked, leaning back and brushing a few stray hairs out of my face."Nope," I said, my voice now all stuffy like I had a cold. I felt like a child.And then I told her everything. Leaving out graphic sex details, I told her the whole, crazy tale, from the moment the Mercedes gave out on that highway to the hour before, when the lovely and talented Marisol slapped me silly in the parking lot, and everything in between. That we had made love, all of it, save, as I. “No, no. Not like that. Just relax and keep your mouth natural,” said Brandon. He leaned forward and ever so gently gave him a small kiss on the lips. Harold opened his eyes and said, “I suppose that's a 1, but I have nothing to compare it to.” “I'll give you some different samples,” Brandon said as he dropped to his knees so he was level with Harold, then softly kissed him a bit longer this time. He gave him several light baby kisses, and finally a deep, passionate one. He was relishing. Again every door stood open, otherwise everything was in order. Not a thing appeared to be missing, but no Scotty. She peered through the open door to the closet, all in order, but as she turned away she was caught by the possibility that a couple bags were missing&hellip,maybe just one bag and a backpack. Something was not as she remembered. Back outside, her search continued as she brought her bike around the house and pushed it onward past the picnic table and down through the first of the.