Christmas Angel - Sex Stories

Christmas Angel

... thank you for the offer." The man said in a truly appreciative voice. Undaunted Rose pressed until he relented and accepted her gracious offer. Driving to her place, little to nothing was said between them, basicly because the man was almost a blank slate when it came to things to talk about. After he'd settled in he could only stare at the ceiling trying to remember anything of his past. The fact that not soon after this his head began to pound from trying to almost will his memory back wasn't lost on him either. Each day Rose would leave a few things that needed done around the place, the man though he couldn't remember, seemed to have a knack for eventually getting them done, though not always the exact way she wanted them but more than close enough. Twelve days later he was no closer to discovering who he was when, while at the market, his wife saw him walking down a far aisle. She waited till he was outside and she was sure before she caught up to him and laid into him with a tirade of ugliness that had him backing away from her in terror. Several people saw as she advanced on him yelling and screaming at him like he'd attacked her, the whole time he was backing away almost to the point of running. Finally he grabbed his head and bolted away around a corner, her yells chasing after him even as he put more and more distance between him and her. That night Rose came home only to find the man huddled in a corner weeping, a look of terror in his eyes but the lost look she ...

... saw there was what tore at her heart. Holding him close she tried to comfort him as his sobs finally started to receed, she carefully pried what she could from him, what had happened and how he'd run terrified. This was the first time she had any information on anything about who he was, in the hospital they'd found that his finger prints were almost none existent something about natural acid that had eaten them away, there were no dental records as he had false teeth nothing they had tried had seemed to work. Rose was afraid that he might never get his memroy back now, the trauma he'd suffered today might make him retreat that much farther. Rose awoke the next day almost afraid to go to work, afraid that the man wouldn't be there when she returned, for you see unbeknowst to her she had fallen for the kind, soft spoken man. Knocking at his door, she was almost afraid of what she might find or not find in his room. Slowly the door creaked open to reveal the somber face of the man that had lived with her for almost two weeks. "Are you ok?" she asked holding her breath while she awaited his answer. "I'm not sure," he replied his voice shaky at best, "My head was hurting when I awoke this morn, I am seeing pictures flash before my eyes. I can place them here and there but I still don't know exactly what they are." Rose nodded she knew that the trauma the day before had shaken something lose and possibly broken though what was blocking his memory. "I don't have anything for you to ...