The Patient

A Story by Rellik©

The light was overwhelming, no colour just brilliant white, everything was white, I tried to move my arms and legs, but they didn’t want to move. The light moved away and I saw shapes all around me. What place was this, I recognised nothing, I knew I should know what the shapes I saw were, but my brain gave me no answer. My head felt as if someone had split it open and the pain made my eye hurt.

I recognised the words from behind the light. ‘He is coming out of the coma.’

What was coming out and coma, I knew the words but not the meaning. Why can’t I tell the meaning of the words? I can’t remember anything, Oh what has happened? The tears of frustration were flowing down my face. I then made out a face in front of me. A bearded male face, how did I know it was a male? Another face was alongside of him, a young face and I knew this was a female face. I felt my brain was starting to function again. But I still can’t remember anything prior to the blinding light.

‘How do you feel?’ the bearded face asked.

‘I have a sore head. Where am I?’ I managed to say, but my throat was dry and sore.

They must have understood for the bearded one answered,’ You are in hospital.’

‘How long have I been here? I can’t remember anything.’

‘Ninety six days, you have been in a coma since you were admitted.’

‘What’s a hospital? Is a day a length of time?’

‘I think he is suffering from Amnesia,’ the female said to the male.

‘What’s your name? Mine’s Doctor Williams.’

‘I don’t know,’ I replied, funny I knew what name meant, but not mine.

‘Oh hell, get the psychiatrist to see him. I’ll write him up,’ Doctor Williams said to the female. Then they left me in the care of two males who started fussing about the bed.

It was as if a switch had been made in my mind, things started to return. I now recognised the items I saw, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t think of my name or anything before the bright light.

The next thing I knew I was being wheeled, bed and all along a passage way and sticky pads were being stuck all over me, but mostly on my head and a cap like thing put on my head.

Then the questions came, name, age, father’s name, mother’s name, dog’s name and on and on, I couldn’t answer any of them. The operator and the one asking the questions, kept asking questions over and over, the same questions, put in a different way. Still nothing, so they wheeled me back to the place I left.

When I got there, a very well dressed lady came and sat by the bed. She smelt so lovely and I pictured flowers, the sound of her voice was very pleasant and soothing. I wondered if she was my mother, why mother, I couldn’t tell them my age, but the lady was definitely older than me and I somehow felt attached to her.

‘I have been calling every other day for three months, sitting by your bed talking to you, while you were in your coma. It’s nice to see you awake,’ the soft very soft voice, but the way she talked, was if she had something in her mouth. I didn’t care, I loved just hearing her speak. She had lovely hair and her face was lovely with her lips so brightly red.

‘I wish I knew, I would have woken up. I think you look beautiful. Are you my mother?’ I answered her.

‘No, I visit people in hospital who have no next of kin, I’m a hospital visitor. My name is Mrs Judith Anderson, but you can call me Judith, ok,’ again that beautiful voice.

‘I can’t remember my name or anything. Why am I in here, do you know?’

‘You were found lying on the side of a major highway, with severe head injuries and a broken leg and arm. Can’t you even remember that?’

‘No, I can’t remember the names of some things, yet others I recognise. I feel I am getting some of my memory back, but not much.’

‘Now you are awake I’ll make an effort to call every time I’m in the hospital,’ she purred. When she stood and left she filled the air with her perfume. I had to improve, I had to get to know Judith better, that was my aim now. Instead of the bright light, when I tried to think, I now saw her face, it was as if it was imprinted into my mind.

During the next month I had numerous, good looking young ladies administering drugs or giving me tests and attempting to try and help me regain my memory of before the accident. The police, who also came in, thinks it was no accident, for they found nothing on me, all my pockets had been emptied, but I did have a money belt next to my skin, with a considerable amount of money. They said it looked as if someone had deliberately removed all items which could have identified me. There were marks on my wrists where a watch had been worn and a bracelet on the other. There was also a mark of a ring on my right ring finger, suggesting a signet ring.

My highlights though were when Judith came to visit, a couple of times she brought along two of her friends. These ladies were of the same age group but both were very tiny, 5 feet and under. Both ladies impeccably dressed and sweet smelling too. Judith was the most elegantly dressed lady I had ever seen, she looked as though she had stepped out of the Vogue magazine. How did I know about the Vogue magazine, which puzzled me also? She became more beautiful every time she visited.

Judith’s husband was a very prominent politician, always in the newspapers and usually by his side was Judith. She was by his side, but something seemed missing, her personality was totally different when she was sitting talking to me. Also her friend Melissa, who in the past week has been calling in to see me every day, told me there marriage was for show only. It would be bad for his political career if they sought a divorce.

Melissa as I said was just 5 feet tall and plump, with a very pronounced upper class accent. I would say she was the product of one of the girl’s only private schools, such as the one on the south coast near a well known holiday town.(Now how did I know that, went through my mind) Money oozed from her, for she wore in jewellery what one would call a fortune. Why anyone wore all that amount of gold and stones to visit someone in hospital, it was the amount worn for a ball or some important occasion, was a mystery. 

She sat on the very edge of the seat with her knees pressed tightly together, with her handbag by her side. Her clothing was as expensive as Judith’s, but she hadn’t the figure or bearing of Judith. Her age was hard to tell, in the 60’s and like most women of that age, her bosom was full and her bottom wide. Her shoes had rather high heels, but I think she wore them to look taller; her stockings a pale black had a motif on the outside by the ankle. Her dress came to below the knee and was black in colour. Her coat which she wore had opened as she sat showing me only a small portion of the dress and buttoned almost to the top. The top was open exposing her throat, where three gold chains hung and the pendants with the ruby red stone surrounded by light stones. Of course I may have been wrong on the value of her jewels and they may be fakes, but I had a distinct feeling they were the real items. I couldn’t count the number of bangles of gold she had on her wrists for the coat hid many. Her hair was well kept and her face makeup was well applied and hid the aging wrinkles. She was no pin up girl and I doubt she ever was. A woman you saw, but didn’t turn around for another look.

As she sat speaking with me, a policeman came into the room. Melissa went to leave.

‘Please Melissa you stay, I want you also to hear what the policeman has to say.’ I knew the police were going to come but not when. They had been conducting a search of their records, and any other records, trying to obtain an identity for me. I had allowed them to take DNA samples, fingerprints and photographs. This was the day I was to hear the result.

‘Well there is one thing you have no police record, or any International criminal record. You really are a mystery, the plain-clothes policeman said.

‘I hoped you would have come up with something, just so I knew who I was,’ I told him, now a bit disappointed.

‘We will give you an identity and get it recorded. That will at least allow you to obtain employment, etc. The money we have will be returned to you, but we need an address, we can get you temporary accommodation, but it’s not that good.’

‘I have ample room in my house, I will give him the use of one until he gains employment, officer,’ spoke out Melissa.

‘Are you willing to take in this stranger, how well you know him?’ the officer asked her.

‘I visit him regularly and my friend has been sitting with him since he was brought in. I don’t think I have anything to fear from him.’

Turning to me he asked. ‘Now what are we going to call you?’

‘Melissa, since you are going to take me in to your home, you choose my name.’

‘I like Duncan, and somehow you look like a Duncan.’

‘What about a surname, you need that as well?’ continued the Officer.

‘Come on Melissa, what surname will I use?’

‘Use mine its D’arth, that is Judith’s and my Family name, we haven’t a male member and we surely need one.’

‘Well if that’s all right by you,’ he said addressing me. ‘Hello Duncan D’arth. I’ll raise the appropriate papers and get them sent to Mrs D’arth’s address.’

‘Ms D’arth, I am a spinster,’ Melissa said proudly with that pebble in the mouth accent.

Well now I knew who and what she was and I now carried her name. ‘Melissa what do I call you now, Mum?’

‘Just you dare,’ she said with a smile.

Three days later I was discharged, still not knowing who I was,, but with a completely new identity. I had flashbacks, but only shadowy figures; it was like in a dream, something there, but not there. One day I hoped that I will get my identity back, for this not knowing was frustrating.

Melissa’s home was large and sprawling on an acre of land. The home was surrounded by gardens and lawns. All this for one spinster, the inside was spick and span and all the furniture made of a dark wood was sparking, as well as the polished wooden floors. The smell of furniture polish scented the air. Obviously Melissa was a very house-proud lady. Then another lady appeared and Melissa introduced us.

‘Mary, this is Duncan of whom I spoke, he will be staying with us. I hope for a while, but that depends on his recovery. Duncan this is Mary, who is the cook and housekeeper, she lives in and she is my companion as well.’ I took her hand and shook it.

Mary was a lot younger than Melissa and wore her hair in a huge bun at the back of her head. She wasn’t much taller than her either, only about 5 feet 2 inches at the most. I seemed to tower over her being a foot taller. She was dressed in a grey work dress that buttoned down to the waist and had two large pockets in the front of the dress, where Mary had her hands now, as she stood speaking to Melissa.

I was taken up to the first floor where I was shown a bedroom for my use. All I had to carry was a toilet bag, which the Red-Cross had given me at the hospital, containing only the basic essentials. That bag was my total possessions, and even those had been donated. The room was large and had two large windows looking out over the avenue of trees, facing east.

I followed Melissa, as she proudly showed me around her home. ‘Duncan, this is your home now, and I want you to treat it as such.’

Down on the ground floor was a sitting, dinning and a room with a TV and the walls were lined with bookshelves. Someone was an ardent reader, by the number of books. I noticed that they were mostly novels, but I saw a whole section, containing numerous dictionaries and reference books as well. There was only one recliner chair sitting close to the gas imitation log fire, but two large sofa’s, settee’s or divans, whatever you wanted to call them. I assumed the recliner was Melissa’s favourite chair, for it was surrounded with small tables, containing reading glasses, note-pads, books and a container of pencils. 

‘I see you do a bit of reading Melissa?’ indicating the chair.

‘I do read a lot, but I love doing crosswords. There isn’t much else to keep me occupied in the evenings.’

‘Come sit down,’ she indicated the sofa, which I did as she sat on her chair.

‘You never married then Melissa?’

‘No, I was too busy running the family business and by the time I could take it easy, time had flown past and I was a bit too old to change my ways. Anyway I was put off by Judith’s marriage, the way that was being conducted.’

‘I suppose though you had many suitors?’

‘Oh there were always plenty of them, not for me regrettably, but for an easy ticket. I soon saw through that lot. It was a pity Judith hadn’t done the same.’

‘From what you say, Judith’s marriage isn’t a happy one?’

‘No, and it got even worse after I cut out financing her husbands debts.’

‘You must be a right tyrant.’

‘When it comes to the company I am. Now it has gone public and is run by a CEO, I can now take a rest. I’m getting too old for that sort of thing.’

‘You’re not that old,’ I replied.

‘Flattery will get you anything you want. No, seriously after our father died I was the only one who knew the business. Now there is no need for me to go to work, I now let everyone else do it and reap the benefits of their labours. The CEO and the management have to satisfy the share holders and make sure they get a fair return for their investments.’

‘It must be nice to sit back and let everyone else work.’

‘There are a few things I have missed in my life, which money can’t buy,’ she said her voice dropping.

‘What would that be Melissa?’

‘Maybe one day I’ll tell you, but not now.’

Chapter two.

Try and get employment when you can’t say what your good at. I had no idea what experience I had, and all I got at the interviews I attended was, ‘Thank you for coming, we will be in touch.’

Oh they got in touch all right, all the letters started almost the same way, ‘We regret,’ then the usual story. Today I had two of these, one I honestly thought I was in with a chance. I even went out and purchased a new suit, but all in vain.

Sitting on the sofa in the TV room, I was holding the letter when Melissa came in and sat down beside me. She put her arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. I just needed at that moment someone to hold, for with not knowing who I was and now this rejection, I felt at a very low ebb. I turned and held her close to my chest and she put both her arms around me. I looked down and she was looking up and our lips met, that was the very first time that we had even came close to one another. It wasn’t just a peck but an open mouthed kiss. First the open lips, then the probing tongues.

God she felt lovely and tasted even better, her ample breasts pressing into my chest. She was just as eager to be kissed, as I was to kiss her and we stayed locked like that for a good few minutes.

‘I have wanted you to do that for a long time Duncan, but I didn’t know how you would react,’ she said in my ear. This was after we removed our lips from each other and she had her head on my shoulder.

‘I didn’t know, how unobservant I must have appeared. I think you are a wonderful, wonderful person.’

‘This was one of the things I was speaking about; I have never had someone who just wanted me for a woman, someone I could comfort.’

Now we were still holding on to each other, but now lying along the length of the sofa, our arms firmly around one another and our bodies pressed tightly. Now the height difference made no difference, now I saw her as a desirable woman, a woman who will give everything. At the present I didn’t want everything, just to be comforted. My body though, reacted differently and she must have felt me, but did nothing about it, for I was hard against her.

I completely ignored my body’s reaction and just held her, but I felt her grinding her body against my hardness. Now I knew, if I wanted to, Melissa would be there for me.

The spell broke and we sat up, but now a more intimate atmosphere was in the room. She smiled more and fussed around me, just wanting to casually touch me. I loved the feeling and wanted her to carry on.

At dinner that evening, every time I glanced at Melissa, she was watching me with those doe like eyes. I really was enjoying the attention she was giving me. I wanted to get up and just hold her; I loved the feeling of her body against mine as we had done this afternoon.

Mary also noticed it and her eyes went back and forth between us, she had a slight smile on her face. Mary ate her meals with us; she may have been in Melissa’s employ, but was more like one of the family.

While the three of us were watching TV, Melissa wasn’t sitting on her favourite chair, but was sitting close to me on my left side and I had my arm around her shoulders she had her head on mine. Mary was on my right, but about two or three feet away and I could see she was uncomfortable with the situation. I raised my right arm and indicated for her also to come in close, but she shook her head.

Slowly she moved closer, as she feigned a cough, or adjusted her dress, no longer a work dress, but a proper floral one. Then when I again lifted my arm, she came up close also, now I have both women close to my body. I could smell their womanly scent, even over the perfume of Melissa’s. Both the ladies seemed so relaxed and content as we sat like this.

When I glanced down occasionally at Mary she looked up and smiled. While we watched the movie no words were spoken, but none were needed.

When Mary got up after the movie finished to make a cup of coffee, Melissa pulled my head down and our lips met again. This time I dropped my hand onto her breast and she pushed herself onto my hand. I massaged her breast through the material. This brought out a string of Ah.h.h.h’s from her as I rolled the breast in my hand.

‘Duncan come to my bedroom to-night, I want you so badly.’

‘Are you sure Melissa?’

‘As sure as I am about anything, I have a deep longing that can only be quenched by a man. Say you will come to me.’

‘Yes, Melissa I want you too.’

‘Oh Duncan, you make me so happy.’

Mary knew something was up, for she no longer finished her coffee than she collected all the cups and wished us good night.

I didn’t even go to my room, but we went straight up to hers. Melissa quickly disrobed and at last I saw her small plumb body, her globus breasts with the erect nipples, were what my eyes were fixed on as she climbed into her bed. She lay watching me as I undressed, her eyes glued to my pubis.

‘Oh what have I let myself in for, you’re huge,’ she let out loudly.

This stopped me in my tracks, as I looked down at my swinging penis, which was at a forty five degree angle, sticking straight out and rigid.

‘Oh Duncan, come to bed, I didn’t mean it in a derogatory sense, but in wonder,’ when she saw me stop my advance to the bed.

I got in with her and we again came together but this time naked, now I felt her body against mine and it was like nothing I have ever felt before. Deep down, I knew that this to be true somehow. Now I had her naked breast in my hand and I moved down the bed and took the lovely soft part of her anatomy in my hand and the nipple into my mouth. Her hand pressed on the back of my neck and pressed my head onto her breast.

My right hand just moved down her body, as if it had a mind of its own and landed between her legs sliding down her moist slit and my middle finger slipped into her vaginae. Her legs opened and she bent her left knee, giving me greater access to her womanhood. As I caressed her vaginae she was gasping and uttering Ah’s and Oh’s repeating them all the time I was fingering her.

Slowly sliding over her body she grasped my penis and guided it into her eagerly waiting, moist opening. By just a slight pressure I began sliding into her warm clutching envelope of love. It was wonderful, slipping into her as further and further I slipped in, feeling her devour my whole penis. As I was penetrating her, she lifted her hips making it easier to penetrate her depths. This was like heaven on earth and the feeling of being so wonderfully encased. Once I was pressed hard up against her thighs Melissa started rocking back and forth and I started a slow but positive withdrawal and penetration.

Surely I would have remembered this wonderful sensation, how can anyone ever forget this, I was thinking, as I was consumed by the warmest feeling. My heart went out to this lovely lady under me. I clasped her hips and pulled her into my body. Now the exclamations came faster and faster from her as our rhythm became regular. 

‘Harder Duncan! Harder now yes! Pump me now! Hard straight and fast, yes, yes, yahhhh! Oh hard! Yahh! Aii!’ she moaned

Then in unison, we were both in a frenzy of emotion, as our pace increased, as our bodies smacked into one another I felt a tingling rise in my body. Then I climaxed and I felt that I had flooded her whole body.

That was the trigger for her to sit up and pull me down on top of her; she had my full weight pressed down on top of her, as her arms were around me. Now she had tears running down her cheeks as she kissed me.

Keeping her close, I pulled her with me and I lay on my side, still embedded, but not for long, as I slowly slipped out of her moist receptacle.

‘Duncan, thank you, you have made me feeling on top of the world. Please stay here with me; there is no need for you to leave.’

‘I want to stay here with you Melissa, you are so lovely and soft and I love holding you.’

Melissa was holding my penis in her small hand and as she held it, it began to harden again as more blood pumped into it.

She then got on her hands and knees and there was no need to say anymore, as I got behind her and was again warmly wrapped in her receptive body. This time I took her hips and pulled her hard onto my inserted penis, driving it so deep I was afraid I was hurting her.

‘Yes, that was nice, more like that Duncan, push it hard in. I love that feeling.’

So I started pushing harder, then for no reason she let out a scream and I stopped for I thought I had hurt her.

‘Melissa, what have I done, have I hurt you?’

‘No, that was a scream of pleasure, I’m sorry I have upset you with my vocals.’

How do I know if I’m hurting her or not, with her screaming, for it sounded as though she was in pain? So now I ignored her, as I continue to assault this lovely piece of her anatomy. This time I lasted a lot longer and the feeling was just as intense and just as wonderful. This time after we both climaxed she sat up and sat on my lap, this time trapping me inside of her moist vaginae.

I had both arms around her body, holding a breast in each hand. Melissa had her hands over mine and her head thrown back kissing the side of my face.

‘That was as nice as the last time, Oh, I feel now so much a woman. I have been starved of this type of love and want to keep doing this for ever.’

Soon she was fast asleep and I crept back into my room and after a wash I too went to bed and lay there deep in thought, wondering how I couldn’t remember experiencing this wonderful act.

It was well after ten the next morning, when Mary called into my room to wake me.

‘Melissa told me to let you sleep until ten at least before I was to wake you. She has gone on one of her hospital visits and won’t be back until early afternoon,’ she said, but made no effort to leave the room.

‘Is there anything else Mary?’ I enquired seeing her stand there.

‘You made me feel wanted last night; I loved the way you held me. I really felt I was one of the family.’

‘I am glad I made you feel that way Mary.’

‘Could you just hold me now, I have been dreaming about you all night. It is very forward of me asking you this. Nothing ventured, nothing won,’ she said nervously.

‘I can see no harm in that; I’ll just get up out of bed.’

‘No, I want you to hold me whilst we are in bed,’ she said quickly, but looking down at the floor.

‘It isn’t just you want me to hold you is it?’ I replied.

‘No, I want you to have sexual intercourse with me. I know you and Melissa had last night. That made me so disappointed, Melissa and I have been friends and companions for so long.’

‘I’m very sorry Mary, I am very sorry that you think I’ve come between you and her, but I haven’t.’

‘You and she have done something I’ve always longed for. Living here with Melissa was living with someone who I thought would never have a man. No I’m not gay, don’t ever think that. It was that she was another kindred soul.’

‘Get in Mary, and you might as well take all these clothes off. You are as much my family as anyone.’

Her head shot up and her eyes opened wide, ‘You mean,’ she said without finishing the sentence.

‘Yes, now hurry up,’ I replied, but I was getting so hard just thinking I was going to be sunk into another warm body again.

All she had on under her apron-dress was a pair of skimpy panties and a bra. Mary wasn’t as big as Melissa in the breast but her hips were wider and she had a lovely trimmed patch of hair just visible on her mons.

She came straight into my arms and our lips came together, here was a younger woman and she felt so different and more flexible as our bodies entwined. She pushed me on my back and stepped over my hips and inserted my penis between her legs. and lowered herself, whilst watching my face and smiling at me all the time.

Instead of slipping in as I did Melissa, I seemed to have her balanced on my shaft.

‘Please Duncan, help me I just can’t get you inside my vagina. I think my hymen is too thick. Please penetrate me; I want you inside, all of you.’

I just took her hips and pushed down. She gave a scream and she sank down. I panicked as I saw blood coming from her, running down my shaft.

‘Oh Mary, you are bleeding bad, do you want to stop?’

‘I’ve come this far, I’m not stopping now. Just let me carry on from here.’

I let go of her hips for I was holding her up.

Now she took control and gently lowered herself and the expression on her face told me that she really loved it, even although she grimaced now and again. Then at last she was sitting on my thighs and I was fully inside her, I just saw the base of my shaft disappearing up inside her.

‘No wonder Melissa was looking so happy this morning, I will now be as happy as her. I never realised it would be as full feeling as this though, you seem to fill my full body with your thing.’

‘I think you feel as nice Mary, how nice and tight you grasp my penis. It feels like I was in a glove of velvet.’

‘Oh, I am glad you like me, and you now know I will always be here for you, I don’t want another man, as far as I am concerned you are my one and only, I’m a very Catholic woman and I only want one man.’

‘But I won’t marry you Mary.’

‘We are married, I have given myself to you, and as far as I’m concerned you are my husband. I keep myself only for you.’

‘I won’t try to change your beliefs if that’s how you feel, so be it.’

Now she started raising and lowering herself and gave a small wriggle when she was fully inserted. She repeated this getting faster and faster. Now I was holding her hips and was thrusting as she descended, thus driving our bodies closer on the descent. This was lovely being controlled by the woman and I loved this position, for I could really watch the woman. The feeling of climax was just as intense and when it came Mary must have felt it, for she was grinding her hips into me and now fell forward into my waiting arms.

‘I love you husband, hold me and hold me tight.’

It must have been twenty minutes we lay there, just holding each other, not saying anything.

We both rose and crossed the passage and entered the shower and we showered together. Once she washed herself she left me to continue. I felt like I was floating on air, these two women had given their whole to me and I could never repay that gift.

Once I got back to my room, Mary had gone and the bed had been stripped.

I made my way downstairs and Mary came with a coffee for me and she was all smiles. She kissed my cheek after she dropped off my coffee.

I decided to go for a walk and go over the events of the past day. I realised I was a very fortunate man having two women giving themselves to him. I was torn by guilt, how was I going to live with the two women. I realised that I felt the same for each of them; it wasn’t love I felt, but a deep affection.

During my walk I was drawn to a church, standing on the corner of two streets. I went in and down the aisle half way, I stopped as a priest came up the aisle from the altar. He started to say something, but then stopped and he stared at me intensely.

‘Do you know me?’ I asked.

‘I can’t be sure, you look an awful lot like Father Stoneheart,’ he replied. ‘Why do you ask?’

‘I am suffering from amnesia, I haven’t regained my memory. The police are investigating my accident.’

‘Please tell me where you live? I will take some time but I think I know someone who could really tell you if you are Father Stoneheart.’

After giving him my address, ‘I will eagerly await your visit Father.’

He turned and returned from where he came from. I stood and looked around. Nothing I saw reminded me of my past.

I retraced my steps back to Melissa’s home. Surely I couldn’t be a Catholic priest, but that could account for thinking I had never experienced sex with a woman. When I arrived back Melissa and Mary were in the sitting room.

I knew right away that the two of them had been talking, but what was said stopped me in my tracts. ‘Duncan, Mary has told me all about this morning and I have no problems with that at all. Now if you want to live here you will have to take care of both of us. I don’t think that will be too big a burden to bear, but there is even more, Judith is also included, not just yet, but soon, she will be leaving her husband and coming back here to stay permanently.’

‘You are not mad at me and Mary?’

‘Not a bit, you know what I have said, do you wish to still stay. If you go with any woman outside of this house, then you need never return. You can think of us as your wives. Mary and I love you and I know Judith feels the same way, but won’t cheat on her husband, even although there is no sexual activity in that marriage now, or has been for a good few years. So after the coming elections, you will have another female to look after.’

‘Melissa, I think I know who I am, I met a priest and he thinks I am a Roman Catholic priest by the name of Stoneheart.’

‘Oh no!’ exclaimed Mary.

‘I don’t care what they say I was. My name is Duncan D’arth, and I have two lovely wives, or is it three.

‘Oh, Duncan, I thought you were going to leave us,’ cried Mary as she rushed into my arms, Melissa came over also and the three of us cuddled there.

‘My what a touching scene, I guess that you are staying. Has my older sister told you I’m included too,’ said Judith, standing there in the doorway. My dream woman wasn’t to be a dream anymore, well in a few weeks time.

‘I have been told the conditions, but I can still give my sister-in-law a hug.’

‘You certainly can Duncan,’ she said coming to join the huddle. Then she kissed me full on the lips and I knew there was no way I was ever going to leave this family.

Two days later two priests knocked on the door, and were admitted. One introduced himself as a Father O’Malley. He immediately recognised me, ‘Please John return with me and we will see if we can get your memory to return.’

Both the Melissa and Mary just sat on the sofa and never said a word, it was entirely up to me again, now I had been confronted by the truth.

‘Was I carrying anything for the church?’

‘Yes you were. A considerable amount of money, was that also lost, with your other things?’

‘No, please wait here,’ I left and went upstairs and Melissa came with me.

‘What are you doing Duncan or is it John?’

‘I am going to fetch the money belt and give it to them. The name is still Duncan, do you think I ever want to leave you, I’ve never been happier, this I know. My old life is dead. I’m making a clean start with my three ladies.’

‘I love you Duncan and I always will,’ she said hugging me tight.

‘I love you too Melissa as well as Mary, I like Judith, but I expect I love her also, she was the one person who sat by me when I was in my coma.’

‘Oh She does love you, she has told me so.’

We went down stairs with our arms around each other. I handed the father the money belt. ‘Here is the money Father Stoneheart was wearing, it hasn’t been touched. Father Stoneheart is dead. My name is Duncan D’arth and these ladies are my wives.

‘You’re wives?’ he exclaimed.

‘Yes that is correct and I will be taking another in a few weeks. Good day Fathers, I am sorry you wasted your time calling.’

‘No it wasn’t a waste of time, we got back our dispatch,’ he said raising his hand with the money belt in it.