He could remember personal information such as his identity and who he was, but no actual events. Adrian thought back to what he knew about the human ...brain, and while the information was there, the source of where he gained that information could not be found.“Interesting, my Limbic System seems to be functioning only partially, but I can't find any other part of my mind that is changed. Whatever is going on, I need to make a mental map, should my mind be impaired even further.” The brain. “But fun.” -x-When Maria returned to Spain she wrote to Mike several times. Each letter began with the small talk of a diary entry. Intense frustrations – with her tutor, with her mother, with her little sister – decorated the first page of each letter. But by the second, her tone had changed. She said she missed Mike and wanted him still. Whatever sexual fulfilment she had had in her life had been with him.In her first letter Maria explained how aroused she had been whenever she was alone with. PLEASE!!....?? Please what? Iask?????????. But you remain silent??.Hissssss??????????..CRACK!!.................................I watch as you pull down on the chains with your weight????, Thestainless steel biting into your already soar wrists??.?? Three red whelps have formed across yourass???.. barely able to stand as the pain uses everyounce of energy??The next evilhisssss?. wraps itself between your legs striking your pussy lips????. Thescream you let loose is a cry of agony??? the beast. The smile is kind of addictive, Greg thought.That night at home, Greg added her onto his messenger to find her already online.Greg: Hey you!Sweetpeas: Hey stalker! What's up.Greg: How do you know I'm stalking you?Sweetpeas: Been there before. Ha.Greg: Where's hubby?Sweetpeas: In the other room. Wanna talk to him?Greg: No thank you.Greg then went on to tell Helen what he really thought about her husband.Sweetpeas: He's not cold at all. He's very good to me.Half truth. He used to be very sweet.