Hijacked Of Innocence Book II (Captive In Plain Sight - Eric & Tanya story)

Chapter 47. Reflection

Eric looked at his reflection in the mirror. 'Who are you?' He was trying to get aquainted with the man looking back at him. He checked out his hair. It was loc and growing like weed. 'Why did I loc my hair?' He put the shaving cream on his face as he prepared to shave. 'Thanks fuck I remember how to shave'

He finished shaving and quickly slipped into a button down shirt. 'How fucking crazy is this? I am going on my first date with the woman I have been married to for over five years.'

'It is really fucked up to lose my memory....not to remember my history with the woman I love and made a kid with; If a man doesn't have his memory, what the fuck does he have? And what is he? An animal?'

There was a knock on his door. "Enter."

Tanya walked in and Eric was speechless at how different she looked all put together. Her face was immaculately made up, hair beautifully styled and that dress....a short red mini dress that accentuate her curves and ass beautifully. A black patent pump completed the look. Eric just stared.

"What ? You dont like what I am wearing?" Tanya asked.

"No...I mean I love what you are wearing," Eric stuttered.

Tanya smiled. "Sit down and let me do your hair."

Like a small child, he obediently does as she requested. The old Eric would have protested her help. "I will wash your hair tomorrow and groom it for you; it is growing so much, we can cut a couple of inches off," she said.

"Do you know why I decided to wear my hair this way?"

"Well I think you were influenced very early by the Rastafarian movement; you talked about it, and your uncle Linden is probably one of the founder here on the island. I am sure he was a force behind your decision," Tanya explained.

"And you never mind me wearing it this way?" he asked.

Tanya thought about the question. "No, I remember you asked me if I mind, but I didn't mind."

"Why all the questions about your hair? Dont you like it this way anymore?" Tanya asked.

"It's cool as long as you like it," he said.

Tanya thought of how much his mother hated his hair. "We will keep the hair; I love it!" she added.

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Tanya grabbed the car key. "Lets go! we are going to be late for our dinner reservation."

Eric held out his hand for the keys. "I will drive." 'No way am I letting her drive me on our date'

Tanya bit under her bottom lip. "Do you remember how to drive?"

"Yes, I have been driving since I was ten years old."

"But your arm," she pointed out.

"If you know me, then you know I drive with one hand," he said raising the uninjured arm.

They finally arrived at the restaurant after Tanya gave in and let him drive. Tanya chose a quiet little place....the same place he took her the night that they made love for the first time. She thought that it would help his memory. They walked into the establishment and Tanya watched carefully if he would show any sign of recognition. There was none. "Nice little place, good choice," he said.

They were shown to a banquet style seating area. After they ordered dinner, Eric looked across at his wife. 'So beautiful, I am falling for her; I am fucked'