Melissa's Memories

It's spring-cleaning time and Melissa is rooting through her boxes of memories, reliving past romance, past sex. The napkin from the bar where she'd met Chris Carter and how she'd had sex with him within hours. The casino chip where they'd snorted cocaine and Chris had spun her against the wall, lifted her dress, pushed her panty aside and fucked her—rough, brutal and quick. And how’d she’d loved every moment.

She lifts out the first necklace Chris had given her. Next is the bracelet from the rave where Chris had taken her. Then a photograph of the girl with whom she'd played lesbian truth or dare. The initial dares were innocent but then the girl had said, “I dare you to touch my breasts, the way Johnny touched yours.”

Melissa is fondling a remote controlled vibrator when Chris arrives home from work to find their memories spread out all over the floor. She sighs, wondering whether Chris will get why they are so important to her.

Chris tickles her to try to make her choose which memory to re-enact. If his tickle-torture succeeds, which one will she choose?