Sort of.

There's a scrap of paper in her hand. Becky looks around, but she's alone. Where did it come from? It has one phrase scribbled across it: "Imagine a man that no one can remember."

It had been a hard day at work. Becky was at her favorite bar, commiserating with the bartender, when she heard an oddly familiar voice beside her.

"Wanna see a trick?"

She turned to see a handsome man with dark hair and brown eyes smiling at her. She normally would have shot him down immediately, but she found him somehow compelling. She nodded and he called the bartender over.

"What's the most expensive liquor you've got?" he asked innocently. The bartender pointed to a bottle of scotch on a high shelf. "Can I take a look? I just want to get a photo of the bottle."

The bartender shrugged and pulled it down for him. He grabbed it and pretended to examine it while the bartender walked away to serve another customer. After a second, he reached over the bar and grabbed two clean glasses. To Becky's astonishment, he uncorked the bottle and poured them both glasses.

"What the fuck?" she whispered conspiratorially. "You can't just help yourself to that stuff!"

He smiled as he replaced the cap and slid the bottle into his backpack. To her surprise, the bartender came over and nonchalantly asked if they needed anything. Becky just stared as her new friend thanked him and told him they were fine.

"See? Nothing to it." He took a sip and smiled. "Although it's wasted on me. I don't have the palate for it."

Becky loved scotch, and she had never had a glass this expensive. She took a sip and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth on her tongue and savoring the delicate blend of flavors. It was a magnificent scotch.

She opened her eyes and felt an intense vertigo. She had just gotten to a bar but now she was... at home? In her bathroom? The vertigo didn't subside, though. She giggled a little as she grabbed the countertop to steady herself. The woman in the mirror wore the same sundress she had on at the bar with half-lidded eyes and a dopey smile. She left the bathroom to see a man sitting on her couch. He smiled when he saw her and she smiled back.

"I'm Sam," he said cheerily.

"Welcome, Sam!" she replied, slightly slurring her words. She should be more upset that there was a stranger in her house. The thought made her chuckle again. "Why are you in my house?"

He patted the couch next to him and she stumbled over and sat. He put an arm around her and she snuggled up to him a little. "And why do I feel weird?" she added.

"Well, it's tough to answer those. I'm in your house because we're kind of on a date, although you don't remember that." She snorted. Who forgets about a date halfway through? "And you feel weird because I gave you something to help you relax. It was your idea, actually. It's a little cocktail of a couple of different medications that should help you accept what I'm about to tell you."

She laughed at that. He had **** her! That was why her head felt like it was full of cotton candy and her arms were tingling pleasantly.

"What were you gonna tell me?"

She listened attentively as Sam told her his story. They used to be engaged! But then something really weird happened and she couldn't remember him any more. But they were trying to help her remember by having sex or something. She couldn't really follow all of it but he seemed really sweet, and he was very attractive. As soon as he finished, she stood clumsily and began to strip.

"What are you doing?" he asked with surprise.

"We're gonna have sex, right?" she asked as she pulled her dress off and stepped out of it. "Let's go have sex."

Becky stepped into her bedroom and looked around. She was in her underwear and she could hear someone behind her. Normally that would freak her out, but today it just didn't feel like a problem. She turned and smiled at the handsome man approaching her. "Hi! I'm Becky, and this is my house. Who are you?"

He rolled his eyes as he flipped off the lights. Becky was plunged into darkness and abruptly felt herself moving. She was on top of somebody... she was having sex! The last thing she remembered, she had gotten to a bar. She must have drank a little too much, she thought absentmindedly as she bounced on top of the stranger. She felt the tip of his shaft slide along her G-spot and groaned with pleasure.

Suddenly her bedside table lit up and she was staring at a very handsome stranger. She didn't know who he was but she knew how good her felt inside of her. He grabbed her hips and bucked, sending a tickle of pleasure up her spine.

"What's my name?" he grunted. She stared at him blankly. She didn't know his-

"Say my name!" he commanded and he put his hands on her neck and it felt so fucking good she couldn't even think straight. How was she supposed to know this guy's name?

"Name!" he roared and she just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Sam?" she asked, then threw her head back in shock as she felt his seed fill her. He grabbed her head and brought it forward so that they were looking in each others' eyes. "Sam," he said. "My name is Sam and I love you, Becky."