Seb drove to his place in a mood that was even worst off from when he had dropped his date for tonight. 'SHE' kept appearing on the fringes of his memory. And it was his own darn fault. First he'd gone ahead and slept with her, knocking over the pandora's box. It wasn't enough that it had loosened, after Mrs B's death, he should have backed off, instead of sticking by her. He had no one to blame but himself for creating new memories to torture himself with. If he had the strength to back away, then he would not be tormented my memoried now.
He'd been with so many women in the past few years, but did he remember anything about their bodies? No. And yet, here he was, always thinking of the way her body had changed from all those years ago... her image was seared into his brain, every curve-she'd filled up a bit, every scar- old and new, every imperfection etched into his mind.
