The three of you try to arrive at some answers

Before you have the chance to say anything else, Lexi reaches up and caresses your breast through the PVC top. "Damn, honey, where did you get these knockers?" she asks. "I mean, you always used to talk about gettin' your tits pumped, but I didn't think you'd actually do it. Where'd you get the cash for this?"

You shake your head. "I don't know."

Daphne glances over at you with a concerned look. "Lexi, leave her alone. She's had a rough time, can't you tell? We'll talk about this back at the flat."

"I don't know how many answers I can give you," you say.

Lexi pats your knee. "Come on, John, you know you can tell us anything!"

"No, I mean I don't know myself. I woke up an hour ago in a motel room with no fucking clue how I got there - or who I am. I don't even remember you guys."

Daphne swerves the car violently to a stop at the side of the road.

"Jesus Christ!" shouts Lexi. "Don't do that, Daphne!"

Daphne turns to face you. "You're not shitting us, are you, John? If you are, I swear I'll kick your ass so hard those pretty new tits of yours will pop right out of your chest!"

"Eww!" says Lexi.

You look at Daphne with **** eyes. "Seriously, Daphne - I don't know who I am. I don't know where I've been for the past month, because I don't even know where I've been all my life. All I know is that an hour ago I woke up in a strange place wearing a prison uniform, with nothing else but these clothes, a bag full of money, this scrap of -"

"Time out!" Lexi interrupts. "Go back to the bag full of money part."

"Oh fuck, Lexi, will you let her finish?" Daphne asks.

You pull the bag up onto your lap. "It's right here. I didn't count it, but it's definitely a few grand. Here's the prison suit. And here's -"

"A .357 Magnum," Daphne says. "Jesus Christ, girl, what are you into?"

"I don't know!!" you scream, close to tears with frustration. "I don't fucking know!!"

"Hey, it's all right," Lexi says, offering you a hug. You fall into her arms gratefully, and sob into her shoulder for a bit. Her breasts are right in your face, and they feel comforting and distracting at the same time - you're definitely feeling turned on by her. You look up into her face, and she kisses you softly and tenderly on the lips.

"John," Daphne says softly. "I can't imagine what's happened to you in the past month, but we'll help you however we can. I don't think we should go back to the apartment tonight. Let's get a room somewhere with some of your cash, and try to piece a few things together. Okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

A little bit later, you're in a new hotel room - much classier than the first one - and after a shot from the minibar and a splash of cold water on your face, you're feeling a little more human. You tell Daphne and Lexi everything you know.

"...so I decided to split when I heard sirens, and I saw you girls, and since you were wearing the same outfit as me I thought maybe we knew each other. But I still don't actually remember you at all."

"Rod Serling, eat your heart out," Lexi says with a whistle.

"Well, we can shed a little light on things," Daphne says. "Your name is John Doe." She pauses to see if it gets any reaction out of you. You shrug. "The three of us have been working together for the past three years as high-paid escorts."

"Upper class whores," Lexi says with a grin.

"Whatever. A month ago, we got a call from some Russian big shot named Draco-something, I don't remember exactly. He said he'd heard of us from one of our other clients, and asked for you in particular. Since he had a fetish for streetwalkers, you got decked out and went to meet him on the corner of Third and Main. That was the last time we ever saw you."

"Dragomir Valchek," you mutter thoughtlessly.

Daphne's eyes go wide. "Yeah, that was it. I thought you couldn't remember anything!"

You shrug again. "It just popped into my head."

"Weird," Lexi says.

"Can you remember anything else?" Daphne asks. "Just try."

You close your eyes and concentrate, grasping at anything at all. Meaningless images flutter through your head, and for a brief moment you remember a well-dressed man in the back seat of a car, the sound of a gunshot, blood on your own hands... could you have killed someone? You don't think so, but anything is possible... you try desperately to bring back the face of the well-dressed man...

Then, you seem to catch a scent of something in the air, and with a sudden rush the image of the man is flung from your mind, replaced by the soft, wonderously sensual hands of another woman stroking your body, her lips on yours, her wet tongue swirling in your mouth, softly firm breasts pushing into your own as you make hot love together...

You open your eyes and see that Lexi has pulled out a small bottle of perfume and is dabbing it on her wrists and behind her ears. "Want some?" she asks, offering the bottle.

"That scent," you whisper, finding your throat suddenly dry with lust.

"Oh, yeah, it's your favorite. I've been wearing it for the past month, you know, because it reminds me of you."

"It reminds me of... you," you say, reaching out to stroke Lexi's cheek. The smile drops off her face, and she closes her eyes and shivers when you touch her.

"Oh God, John, I've missed you so much," she says.

Daphne clears her throat. "Um, I'm not sure we have time for this," she says.