“Try to get to sleep.”
It took some doing, but I managed it. An overloaded lorry, driving down the wet decline, had lost control and swung round the bend far too quickly. “She’s got it bad. “No…” I began, then I had a memory of Amanda bathing me. I don’t have any formal training, but I’m pretty good at it by now, if I do say so myself.” She poked me. Who’s going to massage me?”
“I will, of course.” She poked the bag she’d put down with her foot. You need a good do-over, and so do I.”
She didn’t, of course, and we both knew it. I felt a clenching sensation in my lower belly, and knew that I was beginning to lubricate. There’s so much blood…but I think she’s still alive.” I remember that voice very well. The sky was covered in clouds so low and thick that it was nearly dark although by the clock it was only mid-afternoon. I didn’t even have time to be scared. Then, when I was all but about to scream, her finger at last slipped between my labia and inside my vagina.
