One look at me and she knew something was wrong. “Tonight you can sleep naked, if you want. ******************************************
So, how am I doing? “Now you know why I started wearing this instead of sleeping in the nude.”
“What was the dream about? Under other circumstances I would have noticed it, but in the hospital sex was the last thing on my mind. Who’s going to massage me?”
“I will, of course.” She poked the bag she’d put down with her foot. In any case, it was late morning when I finally managed to get in my car and set off home, through torrential rain. But do you really think I would stand for it if I had one and he or she told me not to spend time helping one of my oldest and dearest friends?” She kissed my forehead, right above the scar. “Amanda! “I don’t know,” I said. Sometimes, on a Mila-less night when I’m lonely and want sex with another person, not my vibrator or shower head, I consider calling her and inviting her over, and see where things go from there.
