“I’ll get some wine, we’ll find some sexy movies like we used to back in college, and we’re set.”
“We aren’t back in college now, Mila.”
“All the more reason to do it, then.”
The wine she got was red; I knew she preferred white, but she knew that I detest white wine, and she got red because she wanted to please me. Mila got me over my car phobia enough that on the last day of her visit we went out and bought me another car, a small hatchback with manual transmission, but I learnt to drive on a car with manual transmission and I have no problems with it. “I can actually breathe in this,” I said, looking around, almost in wonder. I rarely get any proper sleep.”
Mila reached out and pulled me into her naked embrace. What made you turn up suddenly?”
She perched on the sofa and picked up the book. That’s all?”
“No, I think you should start writing again.”
“Writing?”
“You know, your stories. “I told you!”
She kept the water jet on my clit for what seemed like eternity but was probably two minutes, leaving me gasping for breath, with a tightness in my lower belly I had not expected ever to feel again.
