I just remember a very calm voice in the back of my mind, saying ”That’s it, these are the last seconds of my life. “Still think you can’t get aroused anymore?”
“I…” Suddenly I felt very hot and restless. As we were finishing, Mila looked over my shoulder. You look as though you’re about to fall apart.”
“I’m all…” I began, and caught the look in her eyes. It was rather dark, the decor was dull red lighting and walls that were made to look like the inside of a cave, and there were artificial flames flickering in niches. That’s a joke, by the way, that word “savings”. I especially hated the bedpan, and kept apologising to the nurses for having to use it. 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. I have very sensitive and ticklish feet, and she made sure to put enough pressure so that I didn’t flinch and draw my foot away.
