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 protested, saying I didn’t feel any desire for sex anymore and so didn’t need it. “I’m right here next to you. Who’s going to massage me?”
“I will, of course.” She poked the bag she’d put down with her foot. I couldn’t imagine Mila crying. All the same, I began hyperventilating the moment I’d managed to persuade myself to climb into the front passenger seat. I’m going to stay and look after you.”
“I can’t let you waste your leave on me!”
“The subject isn’t open for discussion.” She got the closed look on her face that I knew so well from our college days, the one that said that her mind was made up and wouldn’t be swayed. I crumpled down in a shop doorway, literally struggling to breathe. I didn’t even have time to be scared. “Hello, Ms L_____,” she said. “Strip.”
“Excuse me?”
“I want to see everything. “Oh, don’t I know.” Her hands found mine, our fingers twining. “Now, I’m hot and sticky.
