“I would have taken those off, eventually.”
She snorted. “Is that from…?”
“Yes,” I said. “Feeling better now?”
“What is this? I sat with my back against a tree and Mila surprised me by lying down on the grass and plonking her head in my lap. You need to realise that. “Realising something?” Mila said, watching me. She’s one of those women who in their mid forties still somehow manage to look as though they’re 20, and without the aid of plastic surgery or tons of professionally applied makeup. I needed Mila, though I couldn’t really say for what. I felt a clenching sensation in my lower belly, and knew that I was beginning to lubricate. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I need to get back to my friends. Someone you know?”
I turned just as the woman Mila had mentioned turned to look at me again. “Juliana…”
“Yes?”
“I’ll help you get better. I sat with my back against a tree and Mila surprised me by lying down on the grass and plonking her head in my lap. “The term is ‘vulva’. “Aren’t I touching you?”
“Not like that, you witch!” (The real word I used was not exactly witch.) “You know what I mean!”
She laughed again, the mischievous glint still in her eyes, and moved between my legs. Bobby? Since I rarely go to restaurants by myself, of course this is
