The store is full of colors and people in the opening day, maybe for the offer. They buy what they want and we give them an accessory with every clothe. They like it and the only doubt is the color, somebody buy more than one.

An Italian family knew that people likes colors, they founded a clothes business half century ago. It grew quickly, his brand is well known in the world and it is written in English.

Our store has three floors, for women, children and men. I am the women floor manager.

Today we don't need any effort, just a smile and knowing the site of every section, everyone has two clerks, their activity is intense and I am going from here to there to help them. The queues to the cashes are long.

But the past tries me, a couple comes to me:

-Good morning, David. We know what it happened to you. We suppose you don't remember us. My name is Doug and she is my wife Angie.

-I know you, you are the bar's owner, but I don't remember you.

She talks:

-We has come to buy for both and we recognize you when we see you. You looks well.

-I am well, thank you. I'm going to give you an offer. You must pay for him, one thing you get in this floor is free. Off course the cheapest one. Let me stay with you.

-Thank you very much. You must get too much power here.

-I am the floor manager and I want to be your friend.

They waste thirty two dollars and they leave the floor with four bags.

I am happy. Some time I heard an Spanish expression, it describes perfectly what I feel: like a boy with new shoes.

Roger manages the men's floor, Julia the children's. We three eat together to converse. The main trouble is the stock. Roger resolves:

-This is the warehouse number, call them. I didn't expect this crowd.

I ask: - How many time they take to bring it?

-Around one hour.

Also I tell everything about Doug and Angie. Roger smiles and responses:

-Well done. It is good to win friends.

The afternoon is also busy and fast, until it's closed. But my work it is not closed, I must balance the cash and giving the money to Roger.

I come home at 9 p.m.

-Good evening, Dave. You seem tired.

She kisses me.

-I am.

We go to bed soon. Now Mary and me use the double bed. She is so attractive and has so imagination than I feel as a beginner with her. My mind just thinks in what we make.

Later the relax makes me sleepy, but before sleeping a memory comes to me.

"I am with another woman, I know her by the photos, she was my wife. She was passive, I took the action."

I sleep after and I dream in colors with both Maries making a trio. They just want to make me happy, there is not any regret between them.

I feel happy. I like my work. I live with my son and a woman, they love me. I am recovering some memories. I have finished to copy all my past. Now I only need some minutes to write everyday.

Mary is introducing me in Facebook, Twitter, YouTube and another sites of Internet.

Internet is amazing. Everything is inside it. From the black and white of writing, I pass to the colors of Internet. It hooks me.

A quiet day at work, Mary surprises me:

-Hello, Dave.

-Hello, Lupe.

So we name us when nobody's listening to us.

-I want a skirt and underwear.

-We can begin with the underwear. Don't we?

-Yes. I want you choose. Perhaps you have imagined anything thinking of me.

-You guess it. Look this pair of bra and brief in red.

-Oh! It's wonderful. I want it.

We go to the other section while she asks:

-How many colors of skirts you have?

-Any colour you like.