Chapter 3Joan
I drove home after breakfast that day thinking of Darlene. It had been a wonderful time, from the steakhouse, back to her house, to her bed, and then into her kitchen. It had been a fabulous eighteen hours, well, all except that half hour when my car rolled out into the street. Nope, my time with Darlene was perfect. I hadn’t had that much fun since…I thought back…hmmmm…ever! I’d never enjoyed s*x that much, either. She was easy to talk to, to kiss, and to touch. I don’t think I’ve ever opened up about my hyperthymesia before to anyone except that shrink. But it had felt good telling her and explaining it to her. She hadn’t laughed at it. Not like some of the other students had made fun of it, asking stupid questions about the time and weather during my first kiss, first dat
