This choice: Your memory continues to develop. • Go Back...Chapter #6Your memory continues to develop. by: Mr. George   The memories swirl, and build until it becomes painful. Sitting on the bed, you raise a hand to your pounding forehead. Seeing your discomfort, Jakki gets some ice from the mini-fridge, and a damp cloth. The boisterous girls are all concerned and hover around you.
It feels like you're surrounded by a sea of cleavage, as the half bend, half-squat to reach your seated position on the bed.
Croaking an apology, you dismiss them. The girls head for the beach, once you assure them that you'll rejoin them after a short nap.
Looking out the window, you wince in pain. Recognising a migraine coming with this aversion to sunlight. You curl up, on the bed, as you hear them file out the door.
You groan softly, as you distractedly hear, "Feel better soon, Jamie..."
Wishing you could scrunch your ears shut against the noise, like your eyes against the light. You soon feel the quiet of the room steal over you. Slowing your breathing, the tension eases from your muscles, and the cooling ice slowly melts against your brow. It unleashes trickles of icy freshness to trickle down your scalp.
As you fall asleep, you find the memories falling into place. Now fitting together snugly, like a well-designed jigsaw. Whereas previously, they'd felt jammed together incoherently.
"Jamie...." Jakki's parting words come to mind. Shaping your dreams.
You find yourself imagining Jamie. The template already set by the others. Clearly, she's busty, and bubbly. Even in your sleep, your breathing eases at that idea.
Naturally, she'd have the same flawless skin. A perfect bronze suited for the beach. The idea of the beach sparking new trains of thought, as you picture her overflowing a bikini top. Your teeth saw at your lip as you imagine her plump, firm rump. So full, but not flabby, and the bikini bottom vanishing into a crevasse of ass.
A soft purr comes from your own throat. A satisfied tone.... Until you realise that even in the dream you're looking in a mirror. The fantasy of Jamie reflects back at you.
Startling yourself awake, you struggle into a dishevel kneeling pose above the sheets. The bedding a mess around you.
Heart beating out of your chest, you see the mirror in the bedroom. You gaze transfixed, hypnotised... horrified by what you see there.
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