Love finds a way.

Becky blinked at her monitor. She didn't know the website but she was shocked to see an ad featuring three women staring at an erect penis. She quickly scrolled down.

He was plowing her again, this time in an unfamiliar place. She opened her eyes to see the stranger biting his lip and concentrating. "Hotel room?" she asked huskily. "You said you wanted a change of scenery," he replied with a smile.

Her eyes widened as she scanned the screen. Was someone watching her? The hairs on her neck stood on end and she opened the next chapter.

"So what's the weirdest place we've ever done it?" Becky asked, scooping a forkful of fried rice into her mouth.

He thought carefully. "A Ferris wheel," he answered.

"Really? Just a Ferris wheel?" she asked with disappointment.

"...and the Oval Office," he added. They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. "I can't believe you bought that!"

"Love finds a way..." she muttered aloud. This couldn't be real. She looked at the information for the story she was reading. The author only went by his initials, but they seemed familiar. She racked her brain, trying to think of every S.G. she knew.

"What if you put it online?" she asked him.

He leaned forward, intrigued. "What would be the point of that?"

"Well, if it's on a fiction website, then it's definitively fiction. Any number of people could read it, but it's only really true for one of them."

"I'd need to change some details," he replied. His brow was furrowed and she knew he was working it out in his head. "Just a few, enough that it's not strictly autobiographical."

"But you could leave some clues. You've already created a strong positive association with your name and face. Obviously you can't put those, but maybe you could leave little hints."

He hugged her close, suddenly overcome with emotion. "Becky, I love you so much. I- I can't believe how much you're willing to sacrifice for me. You could go out, find a normal guy, have a normal life, but instead you're sticking by me. You don't even know who I am most of the time!"

She gripped him tightly. "It hurts every time, you know. Forgetting you. I don't know what I've forgotten or even that I've forgotten, but I know something's missing. It hurts almost as much as it feels good when I get you back."

"It hurts every time, you know." Becky stared at the page. Her heart was racing and her head was swimming. She was sitting in front of her computer, reading about sitting in front of her computer-

She felt a hand on her shoulder and instinctively put hers over it.

"I love you," she said.