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Bob went back to his apartment. The bed was still unmade and the wrinkled linens held the imprint of a bed that had been slept in by a couple. The pillow she'd used was lying against his own, like her head had lain close to his. On impulse, he bent to sniff the sheets where she had lain. They smelled like ... her.

He hadn't missed the verbal slip that the doctor had made. She'd been about to say that as much as she would have liked to get naked with him, right there in the office, it wasn't the right thing to do.

Going from having no real sex life at all to having two beautiful women lusting after him was monumental, at least in this situation. He knew Claire was no problem. He was sure she'd talk it over with him at some point if it was causing HER problems. He had no designs on her, though she was pure joy to look at and be around.

Lacey, though, was a different proposition. He couldn't talk to her about the problem ... not without possibly reawakening horrible memories that would destroy her again. It wasn't just the rape he was worried about. If she remembered killing her rapist, he knew it would torment her for the rest of her life. She was just that kind of person. At the same time, he couldn't live a lie with her. If he did that, and THEN she remembered her past ... it would destroy them both.

By the time he picked her up for dinner, he'd thought about it most of the day. He had to get her to talk to Claire. It was the only thing he could do. At least then, if she remembered, she'd be with a professional, who could deal with the trauma.

She met him with a kiss and the loin rubbing she was so good at, which made him erect almost instantaneously.

"Mmmmm," she said into his lips. "You DID miss me."

"I always miss you," he said.

"Why haven't we gotten married?" she asked him.

It was questions like that that brought his world crashing down around him ... and deflated his erection as quickly as it had appeared.

"Sit down," he said. "We have to talk."

"I can think of things I'd rather do than talk," she said, pressing her breasts against his chest.

"That's part of what we have to talk about," he said.

"Uh oh," she said, backing up. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that."

He had practiced for hours, but it all fled his mind like smoke in the wind.

"First off, I want to tell you that I love you," he said. Then he wasn't sure he should have said that. Claire saw things he couldn't quite lay out for himself. He was a little gun-shy about telling any woman that he loved her, but he knew that whatever it was he felt for Lacey, it was much stronger than anything he'd felt for any other woman.

"Of course you do," she said, frowning.

"Would you please let me finish?" he moaned. "This is hard enough as it is."

"It sounds like there's a 'but' at the end of that confession of love," said Lacey, her face going stiff.

"Lacey, please," he begged.

"All right," she said, folding her arms in a defensive posture.

"A lot has happened to you recently," he said. "Some of that has caused you to have some memory problems."

"I know that," she said impatiently.

"Lacey!" he barked.

"OK, OK," she said. "Go on."

"There are things that you don't remember ... things that happened to you, and things about us, and things about your past. Some of those things are very important to me, because they affect who you are. I love who you are ... who you were before ... and now..."

He tapered off. This wasn't going well at all. Thankfully, she sat, listening.

"I want you to remember some things," he said, trying again. "I think you'd want to remember them too ... I think they'd be important to you ... to us ... but at the same time, I DON'T want you to remember some of the really painful things."

She sat, still, stiff. When he didn't go on, she spoke.

"Can I say something now?"

"Yes," he said weakly.

"Do these painful things that I can't remember ... do they involve you?"

"In a way," he hedged.

"Did you hurt me?" she asked.

"No! I'd never do anything to hurt you!"

"Then how could they possibly affect you and me?" she asked.

"Some of what you've forgotten could very well affect how you think about me," he said. "It could ruin your life."

"What in the world could be so terrible that it could ruin my life?" she asked. "Did I murder somebody or something?"

She didn't see him go stiff, frozen by her comment, and went on.

"That can't be. I'd be in prison if I did something like that. Bob, why can't you just tell me what I've forgotten?"

"It's complicated," he said. "If you remember the wrong things, at the wrong time, it could drive you crazy. I'm walking around on tiptoes, afraid to tell you things, for fear that it would devastate your life."

"Well what are we supposed to do?" she moaned.

"There's a woman I know. I met her in my work. She's interested in talking to you about all this, and might be able to help you remember, in a way that won't be harmful. She's a psychiatrist."

"A psychiatrist," repeated Lacey.

"Yes," said Bob softly.

"And you want me to talk to her."

"Yes," said Bob, again softly.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" she asked.

"No."

"And you think this will help ... us?"

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Bob had just left the briefing room, coming on shift. He hadn't even buckled his seat belt when the radio squawked to life, telling him of a multiple injury accident, with an explosion involved. Paramedics and the fire department were already on the scene. Three patrols were being dispatched, and all three were still in the parking lot, after the briefing in the squad room. Three engines roared, and three sirens began to wail, as tires screeched. It was impossible to get close to the...

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 9

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Bob eventually slept, despite the erection between his legs that demanded attention. It was still demanding attention when he woke the next morning, with a soft, naked woman pressed against his body. It had been a long time since there had been a naked woman of any kind pressed against his body when he woke. That had been a result of long hours, and an unwillingness by Bob to turn over part of his life to any woman. It wasn't that he didn't like women ... it was more that he hadn't found a...

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An hour and a half later Judy again chirped, "Let's vote!" Maggie looked around. People looked tired. A lot had been said, but there didn't seem to be any general consensus. Voting would at least be trying to make progress. She passed out ballots. This time, when she separated the pieces of folded paper, there were four in the guilty pile and eight in the not guilty pile. Everyone looked surprised. "My, my," said Maggie, who had changed her vote, but didn't expect anyone else to do...

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"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked Judge Gunderson. Maggie stood. "We have, your honor." The bailiff took the folded piece of paper from her hand and walked it to the judge. He opened it. He looked at the jury, and then back at the paper. "Was this unanimous?" he asked. "Yes, sir," said Maggie. Gunderson handed the paper back to the bailiff, who returned it to Maggie. "The defendant will stand," intoned the judge. Lacey and McDill stood. Lacey looked like she might fall...

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When college started she met up with a guy while moving into her dorm. Jeff helped her move her tv and computer into the dorm and even set everything up for her. Jeff was a cute guy, not a nockout but cute. He was a bit like a smartass but he was very helpful to her. They exchanged numbers and he left. Taylor headed to the store. The whole time she kept thinking about Jeff. Taylor has always had abit of a wild side. She was always very horny. She wasn’t all that attracted to Jeff but he had a...

Another Love Part 18

We left the private room at the Club and having gotten drinks from the bar, spending the remaining hour or so sitting chatting. We were tempted to go and have a look in the public room again but decided that having already ‘played’ as Claire and Ray put it, we didn’t need to go and watch anybody else having sex.Claire was fascinated by how we had met and whilst at first we were reluctant to divulge too much personal information but did tell them briefly the story of how we came to be a...

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Wife takes daughters friends virginity 1

My wife (Linda), daughter (Caitlin), her friend Anthony and I were playing Scrabble when I noticed Anthony's eyes were looking at Linda's crotch every so often. Linda was sitting on the couch across from him and he was sitting on the floor so he was eye level to her crotch. Caitlin and I were on the sides and had no direct view of what was happening. She was wearing a skirt and it looked like he might be able to see up the skirt because her legs were spread. I pretended to get up to go to the...

The Shallow Depths0

It was a cold summer day, not to the point of a jacket, but there was a chill in the air. Ever since We moved into our new house, I have always wanted a pool. It is a kids dream to own a pool that all of his friends could come swim in. But to me, a pool meant something totally different. I was 15 years old at the time, and horny as ever. Everyday after school, I would dart straight home and get on my computer. I wouldn't get on my computer for the normal computer things, I would get on...

The Fortune of the ODellsChapter 13

After a very vigorous romp in our hotel bed that night, Opal Anne looked up into my eyes and declared, “I swear, Paul that you are trying to get me to be with child again.” “If I could be sure that I could do that by making love longer, I would stay here in bed with you all week.” I held Opal Anne in my arms after we separated and enjoyed the warmth of each other and the softness of the bed. It made me think. “Opal Anne, we are going to have a lot of money in the morning. What say we get a...

PostSea Saga Part IV

Post Sea Saga Part IV Spying from the living room, I remembered that I hadn't seen the kid for a while and had never paid that much attention to him, but knowing that someone is going to fuck your wife tends to focus the attention. Billy was wearing ragged cutoffs and a faded red tee shirt. His feet were in a pair of Reeboks. His hair was blond, maybe faded from the sun--he had a deep tan from his work outdoors--and it was long enough to look a...

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