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It was a lovely night, slightly humid with a gentle breeze. She was walking through a hilly park with a stranger. For some reason, they were holding hands. Were they married?

"Are we married?" she asked the man beside her. He turned to her with a broad grin.

"Yes. Well, more or less yes. I'm Jonathan, and you're Vanessa. We're going to try something fun."

She shrugged. "Ok. Why can't I remember anything?" She was starting to get a little concerned. She had no way of knowing whether this man was who he said he was.

"You've got a problem with your memory, dear. Don't worry about it. I've explained this several times." He chuckled. "I don't mind, though. I could tell you over and over for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. You see, Vanessa, I love you. I love you more than I ever thought possible."

She was taken aback. "You love me? But I don't even know you! Have we met before tonight?"

He smiled and rubbed her upper back soothingly. "We haven't, but that's not an issue. You see, Vanessa, you are a very unique sort of person. You have an ability to make people fall helplessly in love with you. I'm nothing but a servant to you, Vanessa. However, you also have no memory. Do you remember my name?"

"No," she admitted. "But you never told me your name. Unless I forgot? You said I had a problem with my memory. Is that why I don't remember you?"

"That's exactly it, my dear. You also don't remember much about yourself. For example, try looking yourself over."

She looked down and was surprised by the alluring feminine form she possessed. "Wow, this is me? I've got-"

"Great tits," he interrupted. "That's first thing you say every time. Not that I disagree, mind you. If I were you I would barely be able to keep my hands off of them. Ah, here we are."

They were coming up on a woman who was out walking alone. As they approached, the man furrowed his brow with concentration. To her surprise, he reached out and took the walker by the arm. "Come with me," he instructed, and she wordlessly followed.

They made their way to a bench far away from any lights and sat. For the first time, the woman found her voice. "Who are you people? What's happening?"

He patted her thigh reassuringly. "It's ok. We both have a sort of gift. I used my gift to help you a little. I've removed your ability to feel panic or fear, as well as your ability to disobey or act against me."

She frowned. "That's not good. I need those. What are your plans for me?"

He smiled. "Tell me your name, your age, your relationship status, and why you're out here."

"I'm Marianne Janak. I'm 32, I'm divorced, and I'm taking a walk to clear my head after a difficult day at work. Why do you want to know?"

He smiled. "That all sounds good, Marianne. I want to know because Vanessa and I need to find some people to join us. We're building a following, you see."

Was she Vanessa? She felt excluded from the conversation so she spoke. "I don't know what he's talking about. I don't remember anything before sitting on this bench with you." Marianne looked her over and replied to the man. "I don't think she's on board."

"She will be. Marianne, please unzip your jeans and allow Vanessa access to your genitals. Vanessa," he indicated her with a gesture, "please bring this woman to orgasm with your fingers."

It was strange, she thought, to find yourself fingering a stranger on a park bench in the middle of the night. Yet here she was, straining her middle finger to stroke this woman's interior. For her part, the woman (Marianne?) was panting roughly. After a while, she didn't really remember why she was doing it or who these people were. She thought of stopping, but that seemed rude, so she continued.

"This is taking forever," the man said impatiently as his friend moaned and panted beside him. "Here, let's try this."

He furrowed his brow and suddenly the woman began to bite her lip and moan loudly. She felt a sudden rush of fluid over her hand and knew instinctively that the woman was nearly to climax. Sure enough, after a few more seconds the woman let out a stifled groan and bent over, squeezing her eyes shut.

Her job done, she removed her hand from the stranger's underwear and turned to the man. "Excuse me, I think I'm having trouble with my memory. Who are you, and more importantly, who did I just finger?"

Her quakes and moans subsided, the woman breathed deep and opened her eyes. They held a fiery intensity that hadn't been there moments before and her face had an awed expression. She was silent for several seconds, tears in her eyes. Finally she spoke with throaty, raw emotion.

"I'm Marianne, and I love you."