Perhaps these events actually occurred on separate occasions, after distinct instances of love making. However, since that act, after a very short time during the first year we were together, soon became indistinguishable from one time to the next, it is impossible to conclude the matter with any degree of certainty. Memory is, after all, far more than the simple replaying of the past. The image constantly amended with each successive act of recollection, until what is left bears little relation to what was originally seen. I realized immediately that it must surely have been so.
Memories have their own vocabulary of associations and prompts.
Often, while urinating, I am reminded of an unfortunate incident which took place when I was very young. In my haste to zip up my trousers after using the toilet, I managed to catch a very sensitive piece of skin between the two rows of teeth. Trying to pull the fastener back down so as to release myself only made the pain worse, and I cried out for help. None of which was of any help to me. Eventually, however, through the judicious use of some margarine, I was saved.