A different kind of memory loss.

"Frankie?" they asked again, and she looked up with confusion. She dropped the card and pointed to herself.

"Are you talking to me?" she asked. "I'm Frankie? I, uh, think I'm a girl. Are you sure I'm Frankie?"

Drew grabbed the card and broke out in a huge grin when he saw it. "Apparently our friend here has complete retrograde amnesia. Not only that, but she'll believe anything we tell her."

"I will?" Frankie asked earnestly. "That's strange."

"No it's not," Martin said tonelessly. Frankie nodded and agreed that it wasn't strange at all. She seemed confused but not perturbed, looking around the room.

"Whoa, is she sucking your cock?" she asked as she pointed to Theresa.

Drew decided to experiment with her newfound condition. "No, she's making me an omelet. This is just her process." Theresa snort-laughed without breaking stride and Frankie nodded.

"How strange! I've never made an omelet that way," Frankie said. "It's nice of her to make an omelet just for you. Maybe when she's done she can teach me her method. Would you mind showing me how to make an omelet?"

Claire laughed. "She's not making an omelet, she's sucking his dick! What is wrong with you?" She suddenly stopped pumping and felt her arm. "Wow, my arm's really sore. How long have I been jerking you off, Martin?"

"About twenty minutes," he intoned.

"What's about twenty minutes?" Claire asked, confused again. "Man, my arm is really sore!"

"Oh, she must have memory problems too! Do you have amnesia?" Frankie asked Claire. Claire shook her head.

"I don't think so. Oh shit, my boobs are out! Guys, my boobs are out!" Claire bounced them experimentally and Drew groaned loudly. Suddenly he was blowing his load into Theresa's eager mouth and she was gulping it down with relish. Frankie watched, fascinated, as Theresa wiped her lips and smiled up lovingly at him.

"So where's the omelet?" Frankie asked. "Is it-"

"I wasn't making an omelet, you dumb bitch," Theresa said. "I was sucking his cock."

"Oh! That makes much more sense! I don't know why I thought you were cooking for him. I'm Frankie, by the way." She held out her hand to greet her close friends for her first time.

"Drew," Drew said with a bemused smile. "And this is Hoover."

Theresa laughed harder than the joke deserved, but Frankie took it in stride. "Nice to meet you, Drew and Hoover. I suppose you two are a couple?"

"What makes you think that?" Drew asked with mock surprise. "Blowjobs are just a polite form of greeting. Theresa's madly in love with me, of course, but that doesn't mean I'm monogamous. Right, babe?"

"Whatever you think," Theresa said dreamily. Her head was nestled against his thigh and her eyes were half-lidded. "As long as I get to do that again, I'm a happy guy. Or girl, or whatever."

Claire looked up from her tits, which she had been bouncing since she first noticed them. "Hey, weren't we playing a card game? What happened to that?"

A beat passed in silence as no one was sure how to answer. Claire spoke again.

"Hey, what happened to the game we were playing? We- oh shit, my boobs are out!"