I originally planned a fun weekend getaway with Brandy, but thought of a week-long vacation in a beautiful island in the Philippines instead. I told Brandy of the change in plans before we went off to bed.

“A vacation in the Philippines, babe! It’s going to be wonderful!” I suggested.

“Philippines? I thought it was just gonna be a weekend getaway.”

“An entire week of you and me on the beach, aren’t you excited?”

She watched me for a moment then shook her head. “No, I am not, because I am not going! I do not have time for a long vacation, Ivo. I have important things to do around here and—”

“And a vacation could help mentally prepare you for everything.”

She let out a loud sigh.

I turned to face her and started gently caressing her neck. “I promise, it’ll be so much fun.”

I moved my fingers along her jawline and turned her head to face me. We leaned in for a kiss and I put my hand under her shirt, resting it on her back. The longer we kissed, the more passion between us intensified.

She put her hand on the back of my neck, clawing at the nape. She moved another hand under my shirt and ran it down to my ass as I pulled down her shorts and underwear. I slipped my hand between her legs and started massaging her most vulnerable spot. She lifted up and hooked her leg around me. I slithered my hand further in, slipping two of my fingers in and gently sliding them in and out.

“Damn Brandy, you’re so wet.” I picked up my pace, going in and out fast.

She moaned as she trembled in pleasure. I reached up with my free hand and cupped her left breast. I played with the nipple, pinching and squeezing it.

She was getting wetter as each second passed. Brandy trailed kisses down my chest until she reached the band of my boxers.

I rose off the bed slightly to take off my boxers. She gazed at my erection and gulped. I couldn’t be more proud.

A smirk graced my lips as she looked at me. She crouched in front of me and took me in her mouth. I moaned as she fondled me, knowing exactly what made me feel good.

Not being able to stand it any longer, I gripped her shoulders and lowered myself to her. I pressed against her, lowered myself some more and slid into her. Condom is no longer a necessity, for when I moved in, Brandy started using pills.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me all the way inside her. She moaned loudly and arched her back as I filled her. She slowly started moving with me, moaning with each thrust.

I saw a tear escape her eyes as she uttered, “I wish I won’t forget this.”

“I will remember everything for you,” I whispered, kissing her tears away.

Her breathing hitched as my movements became faster. I wanted to give everything to her.

She moaned softly as I moved my lips against her neck. I kissed her a few times, then licked and suck that spot on her neck that drove her so wild.

Brandy whimpered. Her hands traveled to my backside as I moved in and out of her, steadying my movement. I brought my mouth to her breasts, sucking and lightly biting each nipple.

Her hands traveled up and down my back. Her moans became louder and my thrusts even more forceful.

This is what we needed. The first time we did it in a budget hotel in Verona; I knew then that I would never get enough of her.

I was ready to explode. One more thrust and that was it. I screamed Brandy’s name as my body shook in pleasure.

Her moans grew as she yelled my name while I filled her with my cum. She looked at me, panting and stroking my face with her hand. She pulled me down to lie on top of her and I buried my face in her neck. Our rapid heartbeats started to slow and so did our breathing.

I gently pulled out and I laid on her side, facing her as I tenderly pushed her hair away from her face.

“That was amazing,” I breathed out.

I traced the outline of her jaw and ran my fingers across her lips.

“Can I be honest with you?” she asked.

“Of course, you can. You can tell me anything.” I took her hand and kissed it.

“Whenever we have sex, it’s like I am having it for the first time.”

I pulled her closer and brushed my lips against hers. “That’s because we’re not just having sex, we’re making love, Brandy.”

She smiled sweetly at me. “I never knew how to make love ‘til I met you. It’s a different kind of feeling.”

“It’s extraordinary,” I said.

“I want us to be like this forever.”

“Baby, we can’t have night stands forever. I want us to be official.”

She smiled and snuggled closer to me. “Then we’re official.” she murmured to my chest.

Brandy got up and went to the bathroom.

I waited for her outside and began to grown concerned after several minutes she still hadn’t come out.

“Brandy, what’s talking you so long?” I knocked.

I slowly opened the door and saw her staring blankly at the mirror.

“You okay, babe?”

She looked at me and asked, “You ready?”

“Huh?”

“Let’s do it here.” She pulled me inside the bathroom. I guessed she wanted a second round.

Brandy reached out and wrapped her warm fingers around my cock. She squeezed, stroking up and down my length. She bent down and parted her lips slowly taking the tip of my cock inside her mouth, with a slow push I felt her tongue smear around my skin, my cock immediately throbbed.

She sucked slow but hard. I gathered her hair into a makeshift ponytail and clasped my fingers together, placed both hands on the back of her head.

She took me into her mouth without disputing. I fucked her mouth nice and slow, hitting the back of her throat on each downward stroke. Each time I pushed a little harder, held her there a little longer.

Brandy moaned around me. It reverberated through my entire body. I was going to cum any second now.

“Get up babe.”

I bent her over and she braced her arms against the shower wall as I took her from behind, kissing her back as I moved in and out of her.

I cupped each breast while pumping in and out. She was rubbing and feeling herself as deep groans came from the back of her throat.

She moaned with each deep thrust. Her sexy moans grew louder. I pushed myself harder into her and exploded inside. I held her tight as we both sank to the shower floor and sat there in pure bliss.

Moments after, our strength renewed and we got out of the shower. We sat on the bed for a moment and I noticed Brandy turned silent, staring at me.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” I inquired and wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m just so happy, you’ve made me so happy.”

“You’ve made me happy too. I can’t even tell you how much.”

She moved to straddle my lap, grinding on me.

“You’ll be the death of me Brandy, literally.”

After a series of foreplay, I collapsed on top of her, unable to stay standing as my legs turned to jelly. She lifted her head a little groggily and looked at me. A look of contentment on her face.

I made love to her two more times that night as she seemed unable to get her fill.

Four rounds… I knew then I wouldn’t be able to go to work the next day.

***

I struggled to get out of bed that morning. I saw Brandy lying naked next to me. That was a hell of a night. I grabbed my phone and called Marciano.

“Hey Marciano! Come stai?”

“Never been better! You, Primo, how is your first week at HIST?”

“It’s great. I couldn’t ask for more,” I replied, breathing heavily.

“You sound so exhausted. Are you loaded with work?”

“No Marciano, I called in sick this morning before calling you. Damn, I’m very tired. I can hardly drag myself out of bed. Do we really have to meet up today?”

“Yeah, this is very important for you, right? Bring the footage with you, we will show it to Dr. Fleming, the best neurologist in the state with whom we could team up with.”

“Okay, grazie.”

I heard Brandy groan. She kept her eyes closed as she rolled over and gathered the blankets around her body.

I tapped her shoulder. She moaned and turned over, returning to sleep.

“Hey babe, get up,” I whispered in her ear.

“Five more minutes,” she said, barely getting the words out as more than a sleepy groan. “What time is it?”

“Eleven. Now, come on, I have an appointment with your doctors later.”

“Eleven?” She gasped and turned to the alarm clock as if it would tell her something different. “We woke up that late?”

“Well, we were up late fucking, too,” I remarked, a wry smirk on my lips.

“Gosh, I’m late! Chief will kill me!” She rolled off the bed so fast and landed on her face. She scrambled to get up. “Ouch! Ouch!” she shrieked, her hands holding her thighs. “Damn! I feel sore. It hurts more than the first time I had sex.”

She smacked my ass and laughed before stumbling back to bed.

I grabbed a hold of her waist and flipped her over, pressing her down into the soft comfort of the bed as my lips brushed against her ear. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore, very sore.”

I slid my hand along the length of her thigh. The slightest touch of my fingertip had her jolting, and she grabbed my hand to jerk it away.

“Don’t touch me there! Just, not today.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “How many times you think we did it last night?”

“Just once, right?”

I tried to suppress my laughter. She didn’t remember we did it four times last night.

“I’m gonna take a shower, join me?” I asked, mumbling the words against her neck.

I pulled her up from the bed and we stumbled over to the bathroom, her legs nearly failing to hold her own weight. Soon, we were in the shower, the hot water running down our bodies that were tightly pressed together.

I washed her body slowly, taking my time and massaging every bit but careful to avoid the area where she was sore. I washed the soap off her hair. She leaned her head against my chest, relaxing from the feeling of hot water. Time seemed to stand still right then. Everything seemed perfect for those thirty minutes.

“What do you want for brunch?” I walked out of the closet looking for something to wear.

“I’m freaking hungry. Let’s just order something. Chinese, what do you think?”

“Okay, Chinese it is.”

I heard a knock on the door and Brandy went to answer it. The door creaked open and the voice of her friend Marge filled the entire apartment.

“Brandy! What the hell happened to you? You had me worried. Ivo called earlier and asked me to file you a sick lea—”

Marge gasped when she stormed into our room and saw me butt naked.

She froze; her eyes wide open. She immediately covered her eyes but peeked through her fingers. “Put some damn clothes on, Ivo!” she screeched.

Brandy burst into a fit of laughter.

“Brandy, tell your boyfriend to get dressed! For fuck sake!”

I chuckled. “Why? Can’t resist me?”

“I’ve seen better… and bigger,” she scoffed and walked out of the room.

After having lunch with the girls, I went to see Dr. Fleming and Marciano.

I brought with me the copy of the camera footages. I installed the cameras around our apartment to monitor Brandy a week ago. She didn’t argue with me when I told her about it.

After all of us had seen the footages, Dr. Fleming started, “She commonly sees a dog lying on the floor or a little girl on your sofa, but you don’t have a dog or a little girl, right?”

“Yes,” I confirmed.

“She called you Matt, at least twice. Who is he?”

“Her…” I can barely say the word, “her ex-boyfriend.”

Dr. Fleming sighed deeply. “This is not an uncommon disease,” said Dr. Fleming, a neurologist at a prominent hospital in Boston who has published extensively on the subject. “But it can get worse than this,” he added.

“I know. So, what do you think?” I asked.

Dr. Fleming looked uncertain. “Well, I can’t be sure since I haven’t seen her personally. As you already know, there is no one diagnostic test that can detect if a person has Alzheimer’s disease. The diagnosis is made by reviewing a detailed history on the person and the results of several tests. This also includes a complete physical and neurological examination, a psychiatric assessment, and a series of laboratory tests. Once these tests are completed, a diagnosis of a probable Alzheimer’s disease can be made by process of elimination.” He turned to Marciano and asked, “What’s your theory?”

“If I were to base it in the Global Deterioration Scale, she’s now at the Moderate Severe Decline Stage. Clinical phase, mid or early stage Alzheimer’s disease,” Marciano responded with a look of sympathy on his face.

“There’s no way to repair the damage that’s been done to the brain if it’s indeed what we think it is,” I acknowledged.

“All we could do is symptom prevention and give her a variety of drugs and some Alzheimer’s medications that can help her manage,” added Dr. Fleming.

My mind has not yet touched the reality that she indeed acquired her family’s disease. I clenched my jaw to stop myself from crying out. My limbs seemed paralyzed, unable to move from the gut-wrenching pain and fear. My whole body was trembling.

Marciano put a hand on my shoulder. “Primo, these are just theories. Let’s just wait for the result after her diagnosis. Just continue to monitor her, okay?”

I gave them a weak smile and stood up. “We will go on a vacation first, Dr. Fleming, then after that we can start the tests.”

We shook hands, and I turned to leave.

I drove to the park, ignoring several phone calls from Marciano. I sat down on a park bench and thought how things have gotten so bad and so fast for Brandy. Why couldn’t she just be fucking okay?

My phone interrupted my thoughts. I looked at the screen to see it was Brandy.

“Hey, how’s your day?”

“Pretty good. You?” I asked.

“I have finally been diagnosed!” she said in a cheerful voice.

“What? What did you just say?”

“The doctor said I have a serious condition known as ‘Fabulousness.’ But don’t worry, none of you can get it because it’s not contagious!”

The sound of her laugh was carried through the phone. I chuckled. In the midst of despair, here she was, easing my pain.

“I love you, Brandy.”

“I love you, too, Matt.”

I love you, too, Matt. The words echoed in my ear over and over.