Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2010 18:03:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Who Am I chapter 2

Who Am I?

Chapter Two

Stuart and I were sitting in the waiting room in Dr. Sharpe's office.  He
kept trying to take my hands in his.  I knew that he was merely trying to
give me some consolation, and that there was nothing sexual intended, but I
kept pulling away from him.  His distress was increasing and his eyes were
swelling up again.  Poor guy.  I tried to be nicer, but the thought of
physical contact with this gay man (no matter how much I liked him) simply
revolted me.

On the other hand, I kept flirting with the doctor's receptionist.  Her
boobs were simply intriguing.  Unfortunately, she just ignored me.  Stuart
saw what was going on and whispered in my ear, "You're wasting your time.
She has known you for years, and as far as she is concerned, you are
totally gay."

I winced.  My distress increased when we entered Dr. Sharpe's office.  She
was an attractive, comely woman of about forty.  I felt a tingle in my
loin.  I extended my hand to shake hers and said, "It's nice to meet you
Dr. Sharpe."  I was greeted with a strange reaction.

"Why Harry," she said, "we are old friends.  You always call me Beverly and
you greet me with a hug.  Now where's my hug?"  I was alright with hugging
her, but I made sure she could not feel my rising cock."

"Stuart has roughly filled me in on the problem.  I must say it's all
rather strange.  He thinks you hit your head on a table and you say you
didn't, so the first thing I want to do is give you a good going over.
Strip to your boxers and lie down on the examining table over there."  How
did she know that I was wearing boxers?  Maybe I always did.

I looked at Stuart.  "Would you mind leaving the room?" I asked.  Stuart
looked like I had just stabbed him in the heart, which I probably did, but
he left and closed the door softly behind him.

"I'm surprised you did that," Beverly observed.  "You both always stay for
each other's exams.  I'll be back right after Jake takes your vitals."
That having been said, she left the room.  In a few minutes a middle aged
male nurse came in.  "Hi Harry," he said.  "I didn't expect to see you
today."  I just grunted as Jake weighed me, took my temperature and my
blood pressure, recorded everything in a chart, and quickly left the room.

In a short while Beverly returned.  She proceeded to examine my whole body
while I told her what Stuart had said about my fall from the bed.  As she
examined me, I began to erect and I was embarrassed.  Beverly ignored it.
I reckon she was used to it, but not from her gay patients.

"I don't see any bruises at all," she said, "not even on your rear."  You
can get dressed now and we'll talk."

I got dressed and sat down on a chair facing her desk.  She took out a
legal pad, presumably to take notes.  When she placed the pad on her desk,
I had a sudden vision.  I saw myself seated at a desk, taking notes on a
legal pad while referring to a huge book.  Stuart told me that I was a
lawyer and I dared believe that this was a vision of me at work.  Hope was
returning to me.

"What is your earliest memory?" she asked me.  I proceeded to tell her,
down to the minutest detail, everything I could remember from the time I
woke up this morning until this very moment.  It wasn't hard to remember
everything, since this day was the only memory I had.

"Harry," she said sympathetically, "I'm as baffled as you are."  She buzzed
for Jake and asked him to set up a neurological consult with a Dr. Lundgren
and an MRI for me as quickly as possible.

"While he's doing that, Harry, please go out to the reception room and send
Stuart in.  I want to talk to him alone."  Now it was my turn to be cut to
the quick.  I was the patient, not Stuart, but I did as she asked.

She was alone with Stuart for about ten minutes.  They both came out of her
office and she handed me a prescription.  "You have an appointment for an
MRI at 9:00 AM Thursday morning at Columbia Presbyterian," she said.
"Dr. Lundgren, the neurologist, will be there also to examine you and
interview you.  That's the day after tomorrow.  In the meantime, I think it
would be healthy if you both went to work tomorrow.  That's doctor's
orders.  Harry, I want you to tell Ben (they told me that he was my
business partner, Benjamin Gross) the whole truth so he won't be mystified.
Tell him to fill you in on the cases you are working on.  I want to see if
your memory of the law is still there, and if you can function in your work
place.  It's only an experiment and if you fail, don't despair.  We'll get
to the bottom of this thing."

We both thanked her and left the office.  On the way home I was very
belligerent to Stuart.  I really didn't want to be, but I was.

"What the hell did you two talk about," I asked with a sneer.

Stuart answered, "Just about what you would expect.  She told me that she
had no idea how you lost your memory.  She also told me that you weren't
lying about being straight.  Apparently you got a boner while she was
examining you.  Naturally that never happened before.  It hasn't has it?"

"How should I know?  I can't remember a fucking thing," I answered curtly.

"She assumed that we had male porn DVD's at home, but she asked me if we
had any straight ones.  I said no, and she told me to rent a couple and
watch them together at home tonight.  I am to report your reactions back to
her.  She said one more thing, but I don't think you'll like it."

"And what was that?  Come on, out with it."  Why was I talking to Stuart so
nastily?  I determined to soften my tone.  It was obvious he was hurting.

"She said that we should be naked when we watch the films together."

I was shocked, but I thought about it for awhile and said, "Tell you what?
I'll compromise.  We'll be naked but we'll wear bathrobes."

"It's a deal," he said.  "I'm willing to settle for half a loaf.  It's kind
of late," he added, "Let's go out to dinner."

"That's a good idea," I answered.  Then, very sarcastically, I said, "I
suppose WE have a favorite restaurant."

"We sure do," he said, ignoring my tone.  "We can go now, and have a little
happy hour before dinner."  As he said that, he hailed a cab and gave the
driver an address.  It meant nothing to me.  Even though Stuart had told me
that I had lived in New York all my life, I did not remember the restaurant
or its location.

We entered the restaurant and proceeded directly to the bar.  The bartender
greeted us enthusiastically by name, so when he asked if we wanted the
usual, I nodded at him.  By the time we were on our second drink, dinner
patrons were beginning to arrive.  Several of them came over to greet us.
In each instance, Stuart would say, "Hi so and so; hi thus and thus," so I
would know their names.  I was growing fonder and fonder of Stuart as a
friend, not as a sex partner.  I began to believe a straight man could be
friends with a gay man.  I was also beginning to realize that Stuart had
maneuvered me into a gay bar and restaurant.  After two drinks I didn't
much care.  After dinner, I cared less.  The food was delicious.  We
enjoyed an after dinner drink and headed for home.

In the cab, Stuart said, "I had a nice time tonight.  Thank you for sharing
it with me."  I really felt sorry for him, but right now I wanted a woman,
not him or any other male.  Well, I would have to settle for pornography.
The cab dropped us off at a video store near our apartment and Stuart
rented a straight porno tape.

When we got home we showered separately.  I went second, and when I came
downstairs to the den, Stuart was sitting in a wing back chair in his
bathrobe.  I took the love seat.  "Ready?" he asked.  I grunted something
or other and asked which genre he was playing first, straight or gay?

"Whichever you prefer," he said.

"Straight of course, doh!"

"That's the DVD that I have already inserted," he said, and he pushed the
play button.  In the very first sequence this stud has two girls.  They are
playing fast and furious and the film is really hot.  When the guy goes
down on one of the girls, I immediately got a good one which protruded from
my robe.  I began to stroke myself.  I glanced over at Stuart.  He was
watching intently but he was still flaccid.  Then one of the girls begins
to give the stud a blow job.  Stuart began to get hard and he was stroking
himself also.  I guessed it was the sight of that ample cock being sucked
that aroused him.

Stuart kept looking at me as he whacked his cock.  I avoided eye contact
and stayed glued to the screen.  Suddenly Stuart stood up and stopped the
film.  He took it out of the DVD player and inserted another.

"Come into the kitchen," he said.  I'll make us some coffee and we have
some pound cake.  When our hardons have subsided we'll view a gay tape and
see what happens.

When we were enjoying our repast I dared to speak to Stuart.  "I'm glad you
stopped me.  I was about to cum and I wanted to prolong it.  If I can't get
off with the gay film, promise you'll put back the straight one so I can
finish up."

"Will you let me whack you off? Stuart asked.  "I've done it a million
times.  You love when I do it for you," Stuart said.  It was more like he
was pleading.

Suddenly the cake in my mouth tasted sour instead of sweet.  "Look Stuart,"
I said.  "I like you a lot so don't push it.  I'm straight, so get this
into your head.  No man touches me and I don't touch any man.  The only
reason I am here with you, is that for the moment I have no place else to
go.  I want to let you know that I intend to remedy that situation as soon
as I can."

A look of tragic despair enveloped Stuart's face.  I swear, I really felt
sorry for him, but I couldn't help it.  I meant what I said.

"Please don't leave," he begged.  "We'll get twin beds or convert the den
back to a bedroom.  We'll be room mates, and I swear I'll never touch you,
but I can't live without you.  I'll die if you leave."

Oh sure!  I could just picture myself fucking a girl with Stuart in the
next bed.  I couldn't do it even if he was in the next room.  I laughed
inwardly, but I didn't say anything else.  The guy was hurting enough.

We cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the den.  We took the same seats
as before, and Stuart started the gay film.  In the first sequence two
young students are studying in a dorm room.  One of them is Asian.  They
keep looking at each other with longing.  Eventually books are forgotten
and they begin to have sex.  They start with blow jobs.  Stuart was fully
aroused and he stroked himself lightly.  I was as soft as a kitten.  After
awhile one of the boys, the Asian one, lies down on his back and raises his
legs.  We never got to see the other donning a condom or using lube, but as
he starts to enter the Asian boy's ass, we can see both the rubber and the
lube.

Stuart was stroking really hard now.  His breathing was labored.  Guttural
sounds were coming out of him and he shot a load all over his chest.  The
sight of all this literally turned my stomach.  I was still limp as I
jumped up and shut off the DVD.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "I'd rather fuck a lady monkey than stick it up some
guy's ass."  That film is making me sick.  I'll take the couch tonight and
oh yeah, buddy, I will be moving out first chance I get."

Stuart looked at me so forlornly, that I really did feel sorry for him, but
no way could I share a pad with a fairy.  He was sobbing, but he managed to
say, "Look Harry, let me give you a blow job.  I know you'll love it and
maybe it will jar your memory of all the happy times we had together." For
one brief moment, I thought maybe I should let him.  Then I shuddered at
the thought and spread out on the couch, making sure that the bathrobe
covered my genitals.

He ran into the bedroom and threw himself on the bed.  For hours I could
hear him crying and I couldn't sleep so I shut his door.  I put the
straight porno into the DVD player and whacked off twice.

Stuart had to wake me up the next morning.  He was all showered, shaved and
dressed for work.  "You have to get ready for work like Dr. Sharpe
suggested," he said, as he started for the kitchen.  I ran upstairs.  This
morning I knew where all my stuff was.  In the shower I scrubbed all the
dried semen off my abdomen and dressed in what I thought was appropriate
attire for work. Since Stuart told me that I was the boss, I didn't know
how formal or informal my office might be.  I figured that if I
overdressed, it was easier to take stuff off than to add articles of
clothing.

Poor Stuart.  He was uncertain of just how to act around me.  I kept
telling myself to be kinder to him.  After all, his whole world was falling
apart around him.  My condition was not his fault; at least, I didn't
really believe so.  I think that I was over my paranoia regarding some sort
of conspiracy.  He said, "It's a beautiful day.  I'm walking to work.  Your
place is too far away.  I wrote your office address on this paper along
with the names of important people in the office .  Here it is.  I suggest
you take a cab, unless you can remember how to get there by subway."  He
handed me two sets of keys, one for the apartment and one for my office,
along with a piece of paper.  He literally ran out of the house, slamming
the door after him.  I had a feeling the guy was crying again.

After he left, I put the keys in my pocket and glanced at the paper he had
given me.

After the name of the firm, Goodwin and Gross, he wrote the address.  222
E. 42nd Street.  Suite, 304.  212-555-7000.  Below that, I read:

Your secretary: Laurie Marino.  (She has the hots for you.  Maybe you can
satisfy her now, but it's not wise to fool around with your office staff.)

Your partner: Ben Gross.

Ben's secretary: Judy Gross (his wife)

Law Associates: Marie Murphy, Don Hutchinson

Paralegals: Joan, Mark and Phil (I don't know their last names)

Clerical staff: You're on your own.

I opted to take a cab.  As we pulled up in front of the building, I tried
to recall what an appropriate tip would be.  From the look on the cabbie's
face I am sure that I overdid it.  I found my way to Suite 304, took a deep
breath and opened the front door.  Immediately several people said, "Good
morning Mr. Goodwin."  A single voice said, "I hope you are feeling better.
We missed you yesterday.  Didn't you bring your brief case with you?"  Was
this my first mistake?  Was the voice that of my secretary, Laurie?  I
hoped so.  She was hot as blazes.

"No, I left it at home," I answered.  Maybe Stuart didn't think of
everything after all.  My eyes darted all around the office until I spied a
closed door.  A name plaque on the door read: Benjamin A. Gross, Attorney
at Law.  I barged in without knocking.  Ben look startled.

"Harry, you made it in today," he said.  It sounded like a question not an
observation.  I'm in the middle of dictating a brief, could you come back
later?"

"No," I said.  "I have to see you now.  It's a real emergency.  Judy (I
took a chance that he was dictating to his wife, his secretary) please
leave us alone for a few minutes."

Nobody seemed surprised so I guessed that this was Judy after all.  "Sure,"
she said.  She closed her book and left.

"Good God, Harry.  What's the matter?"

"Sit down," I said.  "I have a true story to tell you, but you aren't going
to believe it.  Before I start can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Stuart says that we have known each other since law school.  Have I been
gay all that time?"

"Are you drunk or something?  You have been queer ever since I have known
you.  I'm just grateful that you never came on to me, or we would never
have built this successful practice together."

"OK.  Now listen up."  I related the events of the last two days and the
reason my doctor wanted me to come to work to see if I still remembered
law.

Ben said.  "If you need a vacation just take one, but don't pull my cock.
How did you know Judy's name if you have amnesia?"

I showed him Stuart's crib sheet.

"OK," he said.  "I'll play your silly game.  Let's go into your office and
I'll go over your case load with you."

It is safe to say that I was not familiar with any of the cases, but I knew
just what I had to do and what research was necessary.  I picked up the
phone on my desk and buzzed Laurie.

"Yes Harry?"  I guessed that first names were allowed here.

"Is Joan free?" I asked.  "If she is, please send her in, and if not get me
one of the guys."  For some reason I wanted to work with a girl.  A very
attractive woman in her late twenties knocked on my door and came in.
After I laid out a research project for her, she asked, "Harry, are you all
right?  You asked me to do that a few days ago and my research is in your
in box."

"Sorry," I stammered, "I must have forgotten.  Thanks."  As soon as she
left the room, I decided I'd better look at everything in my in box before
continuing work.  I started reading through the contents of the box.  Some
of the correspondence required an answer from me.  I am uncertain about the
process my mind was going through, but somehow I knew just what to say and
do.  I was delighted to realize that my legal skills were in tact and not
forgotten.

I called Laurie into the room and asked her to bring her steno pad.  My
whole work environment was flowing smoothly.  Even if I didn't know the
clients involved, I knew the laws needed to protect their interests.  I was
really beginning to relax a little.  After I dictated several letters, I
took the time to acknowledge Laurie's obvious flirtations.

She was wearing a blouse so low cut, the neck line barely covered her
nipples.  I don't think she was wearing a bra because her nipples were
clearly making two fair sized bumps in the blouse.  I tried not to look,
but my eyes kept wandering back to those luscious bumps.

"You look particularly beautiful today," I said.  If you are free, would
you like to have dinner with me tonight?"  Laurie looked like she might
faint, but she gathered her forces and said, "I'd love to have dinner with
you tonight, Harry."

"Good," I said.  I'll let you pick the place and make the reservations."  I
had no idea where to go in my world of darkness.

I dismissed her and after a while Ben came in.  "What did you do to
Laurie?" he asked.  "She's walking on air."

"I'm taking her to dinner, and then I'm going to fuck her." I said, as if
that was commonplace for me.  Ben's jaw dropped open.

"I'm not gay anymore," I said.  "You better look out for your wife.  She's
a damned attractive woman."

To be continued.......