Boiler plate disclaimers: all characters are 18+, and characters are not based on real people. Please enjoy the fiction.
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CHAPTER 4
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I woke in the morning, alone again. Kim was gone, and I was thankful that she'd disappeared before we could be caught by her sisters. However, when I lifted the covers off my nude body, I spotted her pink panties that I'd stripped off her last night. I grinned at the thought of Kim darting down the hall, back to her room, completely naked. I think I'd have liked to see that.
My sheets smelled of Kim's juices. I made a mental note to wash them today. Then I took a shower and headed down for breakfast.
When I got to the table, Katie was just finishing her breakfast and was ready to leave for work. As it was Friday, she was dressed casually, in a white sweater and tight jeans, with her hair in a pony tail. She gave me a peck on the cheek before heading out the door.
Kennedi was working from home again today. She hadn't dressed yet, she was wearing the shorts from the night before and a loose T-shirt. I remembered her topless hug from last night as she chewed her bagel.
Kim was not around. When I asked, Kennedi said she was working out. I went down the hall to our small workout room and found her on a stationary bike, facing the other way. She was wearing a black sports bra and matching tight shorts. Her hair was up in a bun, and her neck was starting to glisten. She probably would have heard me coming in, but she had headphones in. I could hear the faint sound of workout music from where I stood in the doorway.
She turned her head and saw me, and gave me her naughty smile. "Good morning."
"Hi. You left me a souvenir." I pulled a tiny wad of pink out of my pocket.
She stopped pedaling and laughed. "I wondered wear those went."
I stuffed them back in my pocket. "I think I'll keep them."
"No way! I need those back!" She hopped off the bike and came towards me.
I decided to play with her. "What will you do to get them back?"
She bit her lip, looking very sexy. "What would you like me to do?" Then she stopped. "Are Katie and Kennedi still here?"
"Katie just left, but Kennedi said working from home today."
"Damn," Kim said. "Maybe I'll get them back later. Want to go swimming?"
"Maybe later," I told her. "I still need breakfast, and then I need to wash my sheets. They smell like you."
Kim's naughty smile came out again. "You go ahead and do that. I'll just have to make them smell like me again." She left the workout room, calling after her, "Don't forget, it's my turn to have a date night."
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After lunch, it was time for my follow-up appointment with Dr. Jenkins. I wasn't sure on the directions to the hospital, but I insisted on driving anyway, with both Kennedi and Kim riding with me. They had wanted to attend the appointment with me. Katie had wanted to come too, but couldn't take the day off, so she demanded that her sisters provide a full update.
I thought back to Tuesday, the day of my accident where I hit my head, losing my memory. Dave Jenkins had been the doctor on duty, so he helped me try to reacquaint myself to my reality. But with his easy demeanor, I could also see us becoming friends.
I led the girls into his office, and he greeted all three of us with a handshake. "How are you, Jim? Any progress?"
"Well, I still can't remember much, but I did have a flash of memory a couple days ago," I told him. I told him about the dream I had about the car accident, how I had it twice, and how I seemed to recall more details about it the second time.
Dave gave a serious look. "Well, it sounds like a memory trying to resurface. And it does sound like a traumatic experience. Is this something you'd want to forget?"
I thought of the fear I felt on that day. "I'd want to forget how afraid I felt. That we'd be killed or paralyzed, because someone drove at us."
"Why do you think they were driving at you intentionally?"
"The way the wheels turned on the other car, they swerved to hit us head-on."
Dave frowned. "And you can't remember anything from that moment until Tuesday?"
I thought hard, and it gave me a headache. "I'm still fuzzy about details that happened before that accident. Like I'm starting to remember my wife Kasidy, how we met and how I loved her, and how she loved me." I glanced at the girls, who were sitting on a couch nearby. "I remember Kasidy was pregnant with Katie at the time of the car accident. But nothing after that."
"Sounds like the memory barrier involves that accident, Jim," Dave said. "Why don't you do more research about it, and see if that jogs your memory?"
Kennedi piped up, "Dad, you can ask Pete about it, right?"
"Who's Pete?" asked Dave.
"He's my business partner, and my friend from way back. He would know more about it." I smiled at Kennedi. "Thanks, I'll ask him about it later."
Dave continued. "You could probably also find out more from the police. I'm betting they'd have a record of the accident, and who was driving the other car." He stood up and said, "I'm not really I psychologist, but it sounds like you're repressing something about this memory. Maybe if you remember more about that, you'll remember more about other things, too."
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When we got home, Kennedi went back to her work, but she said she'd look into getting more details from the policy database about the car accident. Kim and I went into my office to contact Pete.
I still couldn't remember my password. Kim had to sign in, and contact Pete for me. I grinned when his face appeared on the screen again. "Hey, Pete!"
"Hey Jimmy! Any news?" He grinned back.
I shook my head. "I'm still having memory issues, but I remembered something about a car accident."
Pete's eyes got wide. "Oh. Yeah. You never liked to talk about that before."
"That's what my mom said, when I talked to her a couple days ago. Did you know I had a scar on my back?"