Hey, Isn’t She Your She Fucked In The Ass Right After Classes.

“I’m just not important enough to bother anybody.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Tell me what’s going on?”

I told her what I could. Mila seemed to know better than I did, because when we were both in the shower, without warning she turned the flexible shower attachment so that the jet of water played right on my slit. “What do we have here?” Mila bit her lip mischievously, a glint in her eye. “I’m unencumbered these days. That night, after dinner, we made love again. “I’ll hold you,” she said, kissing my forehead. “You were shaking and crying out and making terrible noises.” Mila turned on the bedside lamp. “I’m not surprised with all you’ve gone through. “I was planning to give you one anyway. “Not for your back and legs,” she said, and moved down to them. All the same, I began hyperventilating the moment I’d managed to persuade myself to climb into the front passenger seat. That’s all?”

“No, I think you should start writing again.”

“Writing?”

“You know, your stories. The ones featuring, among others, me.” She shouted with laughter at my expression. “Turn over,” Mila ordered.