“I would have taken those off, eventually.”
She snorted. “I can’t even get into a car. And after that again. I had also broken bones in both feet and had a long slash up my left forearm that had only just avoided laying open a major blood vessel. And of course my libido had ceased to exist. At that moment I felt a tremendous blow from behind, which flung me off my seat and into my seatbelt, and my car twisted sharply to the right. “Remember when we used to do this back in college?”
Despite myself, I chuckled. My car was almost new, and the insurance payment was enough for me to be able to afford to replace it, but I simply could not. Bobby? I wondered what it would be like to fly one. In any case, it was late morning when I finally managed to get in my car and set off home, through torrential rain. I rather like the name. “Is it dreams?”
“The dreams,” I said. “I needed that,” she gasped. Her touch changed from the firm pressure of her massage to a gentle, almost feather light, caress.
