Who’s going to massage me?”
“I will, of course.” She poked the bag she’d put down with her foot. It’s all cut up.”
“You’re still beautiful,” Mila said, reaching out to touch my forehead. Recovery is a work in progress, and has been less than complete. A new orgasm was already building so fast that I had no time to prepare for it. Then, when I was all but about to scream, her finger at last slipped between my labia and inside my vagina. Mila visits me at least one weekend a month, to make sure I’m doing all right. She all but accused me of trying to get myself killed in exactly the same fashion my father had done, just to hurt her. “Incredible.”
“Good. 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. “I’ll hold you,” she said, kissing my forehead. My car was almost new, and the insurance payment was enough for me to be able to afford to replace it, but I simply could not. I rarely get any proper sleep.”
Mila reached out and pulled me into her naked embrace.
