Having a hard time following the plot.

She was watching the sitcom, trying to figure out what was going on. The bald man was upset about a loaf of rye bread, but she couldn't recall why. Just then, a man walked in and turned off the TV.

She looked around in confusion. "Uh, hello. Who are you?"

He sat down next to her wearily. "I'm your boyfriend, Vanessa. You're suffering from memory loss, so you won't remember any of this. We've been dealing with it for weeks."

Her boyfriend? Vanessa? "Where are we?"

He put an arm around her and hugged her close to himself. "My apartment, babe. I don't know why I'm telling you this, you never remember."

She shrugged. "I don't feel any different. You're saying I can't remember things?"

He turned to face her. "What were you doing before you were watching TV?"

She thought hard. She was watching TV... she couldn't remember. There was something about a loaf of bread? "I'm not sure. I remember watching TV." But as she said it, she realized she couldn't. The first thing she remembered was sitting here with this guy. "Sorry, who are you?"

"I'm your physician, Dr. Drake. We're treating you for a very serious medical condition that causes you to lose your memories."

Her doctor? But they were in an apartment. "You called me babe. You asked about the TV. Why are we in an apartment if you're my doctor?" Something wasn't adding up here. She looked down and realized for the first time that his hand was on her chest. "What- what kind of doctor feels his patients up?"

He laughed, but didn't remove his hand. It didn't feel bad, and for some reason she didn't want to remove it. "You know, that's a really good question. Why don't you take off your shirt and I'll answer it?"

Take off her shirt? She didn't see anything wrong with that. As she was lifting it above her head, the man spoke. "Bra too." Of course, she thought. She removed her bra, letting her breasts swing freely.

"What size are those?" He asked. She looked down and realized she didn't know. "Um, maybe C? They look big. We can check the bra." It occurred to her that she didn't know anything about this body. This was all completely new to her. She cupped her breasts appreciatively, which seemed to please the man.

"Let's take a look at the bra." He said. Bra? "What bra?" She asked. Had she been wearing a bra? She certainly wasn't now - the man was holding her left breast in his hand, slowly circling the nipple with his thumb. It felt really nice. She closed her eyes appreciatively.