I wheeled myself back to the bedroom, opened the drawer, took out a photo album then flipped through the pages, one by one.
Samantha and I had been together since college. From school uniforms to wedding dresses, we had shared eight years together. The photos in the album captured every beautiful moment that we shared together.
Samantha was a beautiful woman with exceptional figure. Her body curved and filled out in the right places. Her waist was truly captivating, especially when she twisted it and added a cute small red mole on it, I was bewitched by her.
Unfortunately, after my accident three years ago, I became a changed man.
Just as I was lost in thought, the door opened and Samantha walked in.
When she saw me holding the album, she laughed, walked toward me, snatched the album and tossed it aside. Then she straddled my lap with spread legs.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around her waist. She draped her arms around my neck and pouted. “Why are you looking at old photos? Are you reminiscing about our past?”
I shook my head. “You know I lost my memory and did not remember any of them. You’ve been so busy with the company lately and I missed you, so I took the album out to look.”