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he going to do? How could he possibly not know who he was
or where he came from? If he knew what amnesia was (and he recognised
the word as soon as the doctor used it) how could he not know anything
about himself? It seemed so strange… to know things you were taught
in school, mathematical formulae and historical facts and figures,
that Paris was the capital of France and that Margaret Thatcher was
the Prime Minister, and yet not know Erotic pleasure your own name or even if your
parents were alive or dead!
“I’m sorry I can’t say something which sounds more hopeful,” the
doctor had said, less than an hour ago as Adam had been discharged
from the Infirmary. “I can understand how lost you must feel, but rest
assured that most amnesics do recover some of their memory if not all
Adam smiled wryly. “And some never get their memory back at all,
The doctor nodded. “I’m afraid so, but the percentage is very
small. Usually their relatives Erotic pleasure identify them from the newspapers or
through the police, and once the patient is back in their home envi-
ronment little day to day things keep jogging their memory.”
Adam wasn’t encouraged. He’d been in the hospital for over a
month, ever since the police had found him, dazed and bloody from a
head wound, wandering through the streets late one night. The media
had latched onto his case, and for Erotic pleasure several consecutive days his face
had been on more newspaper covers than Princess Diana’s.
But nothing had come of it. No-one came forward to claim him, the
police drew a complete blank, and, mysteriously, he had no form of
identification on him.
After a couple of weeks the media got another more interesting
story to keep their readers happy, and Adam’s fate was quickly forgot-
ten. Depression set in. Deep, Erotic pleasure black depression. Luckily he had made at
least one new friend in hospital, a young male nurse called Stan who
always had a cheery word to brighten him up.
“Come on, sunshine,” Stan had said one day as he dispensed his
drugs. “Things could be a lot worse.”
Adam scowled at him. “Really? How?”
“Well, just look at yourself. You’re a good-looking young guy, and
at the risk of making you big-headed I’d even say handsome. You’ve got
a good body, even if you have a cracked skull, and I’ll bet you won’t
be on your own for very long even if no-body turns up from your past.”
The flattery had made Adam feel a bit better, but not much. He
dreaded the day when, inevitably, he would have to leave the hospital
and begin to rebuild his life, but where would he start? He had spent
many sleepless nights, just lying in his bed Erotic pleasure and listening to the
other patients snoring, wondering about his predicament. He had very
little money on him when he was brought in, just a couple of ø5 notes
and a bit of change, no idea where he came from and no idea what his
profession was. His accent was also bland and unplaceable. At least if
he’d had a Brummie accent he would have known he came from Birmingham
or the midlands.
It had been Stan who had christened him ‘Adam’. After long days in
his bed he had felt stale and unclean, and would have killed for a
bath. When the doctor arrived to do his rounds Adam asked him if he
could have a shower, not a poxy bed Erotic pleasure bath, something to lift his spir-
its and make him feel human again. To his surprise the doctor had
agreed, as long as there was a nurse on hand in case he needed help.
Stan had been the nurse.
There were a couple of small private shower units just off the
ward bathroom and Stan followed as Adam made his way to one and
stepped inside. Adam would have closed the door and left Stan to wait
outside, but Stan held the door open and followed him in.
“Don’t I get any privacy?” Adam asked, as he undid his robe and
slipped it off.
“Sorry,” Stan shrugged. Erotic pleasure “Doctor’s orders. Anyway you haven’t got
anything I haven’t already seen.”
Adam hung his bathrobe on a hook and removed his pyjama jacket,
hanging that on top of the robe. Feeling more than a little self-con-
scious, Adam untied his pyjama pants and let