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A girl wakes up after fainting in the middle of a cafe. She has no memory of her previous life, not even her name. Can she follow the clues to discover her identity or if she plagued to live the rest of her life in confusion and desparartion...

"Oh my god. Is she okay?"
"Get her into the recovery position."
Someone grabbed my leg. Even though I could not see or hear, I still could not bear people touching me, I sat bolt upright. I tried in vain to stand up. Pain exploded in my head whenever I moved.
"What happened, dear?" It was as if I was under water. My ears felt as if they had just popped and all I could see was blackness.
"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, in some lame attempt to figure out what was going on but then I was struck with a frightening thought who am I? I could not remember my name, my age. I could not even remember what I looked like. My head was still throbbing so I put my hand to it. I felt something sticky and wet. I lowered my hand which was now covered in blood.

"Oh shit. Why is my head bleeding?" My vision and hearing were starting to clear so I could see three women sitting beside me.

"You fainted. When you fell you hit your head on the floor."

I looked around. I was sitting on a couch in the middle of a cafe or at least I presume it was a cafe as the room was full of chairs, couches, tables and people eating and drinking.

"Okay so where am I?" I asked, starting to get annoyed at their unhelpful responses.

"Your in "The Swirl"."

"Your ringing no bells here. Lets try an easier question: whats my name?" I asked.

"You don't know your own name?"

"Obviously or I wouldn't be asking. I need the toilet, excuse me," as they could not help me I figured I was better of on my own.

"The ambulance will be here any second though."

"I don't need an ambulance, I'm fine. Thank you for your help but I really just need the toilet."

"Your head's bleeding and you don't know your name. I don't think your okay. Please just sit there and wait for the ambulance."

"If you don't let me go to the toilet, I will wet myself and I'm sure you don't want that 'cause I know I don't."

Eventually I convinced them to let me go to the bathroom. The room had a mirror so I took this opportunity to find out what I looked like. Stunning purple hair, layered with a side fringe and tyed back. Sparkling blue eyes, nose could do with a bit of work but no one's perfect. No freckles and thin eyebrows. A little short but trim waste, slim ass and well proportioned boobs- I could work with that. Although I still did not know who I was which meant apart from not having a name, I had nowhere to go but I thought it was best to start with Michelle and out the window. There was a small window, just big enough for me to squeeze through above one of the toilets. I still felt slightly dizzy but I hated hospitals and for some reason I felt that going to the hospital was a very bad idea. So i slid through the window and landed in a bush outside.

I checked my pockets. Two hundred pounds in ten pound notes- wierd considering I was pretty sure I was around sixteen.There were three ID cards, all three claimed I was eighteen but in each picture I had a different name, hair colour and eye colour. I was freaked out but at least I had ID even if it was fake. The ID which said I had purple hair and blue eyes told me that my name was Kate Smith. Short and sweet- I liked it. Although its purpose still confused me. I found a business card in my pocket. It said;

Mr. William Taylor, 3 Brigde Street, London

I had no idea where I was or who William was but I thought why not so hailed a taxi and told him to drop me off there. The journey only took about ten minutes but still cost me ten pound. The front door was red, paint was peeling off it. The garden was a barren waste land. I went up to the door and knocked. A handsome boy of about seventeen, wearing just blue boxers answered the door. He had black hair that was slightly shorter than shoulder length, green eyes and a very impressive six pack. He put his arm around me and kissed me as he swept me into his house. This was unexpected and slightly scary but I went with it until I felt his hand undoing my zip.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I pulled out of his grasp.

"Well I haven't seen you since yesterday and this is the way I usually greet you," he replied as he tried to take me back into his arms.

"Are you William Taylor?"

"Considering you've been my partener for the last three years you should really know who I am," he replied, giving me a confused, almost hurt look.

"I don't even know who I am."

"What's wrong with you?"

I told him all that I could remember, which was just the cafe and then finding the business card.

"Ok, so you have no idea what your name is or who you are?"

"No. I was hoping you could help me with that."

"As close as we've become over the past few years I can only tell you about the last three years as you never opened up and told me your story. However, like I said before, I haven't seen you since yesterday and even though the business has been busy, no one does it quite like you do so would you mind sucking me off before I tell your little story?"

This horrified me but for some reason I wasn't shocked. It seemed perfectly normal for him to ask for a blow job before he was willing to do anything for me. I was desparate to learn about my past so I went down on my knees, pulled down his boxers and took his massive, hard cock into my mouth, going as deep  as I could whilst massaging him with my tongue.

 

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