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The conference had finished the previous night. I felt utterly unattractive, without the slightest shred of self-worth. Taking my nipples in her fingers, she gently twisted them, making me gasp. I still have the dreams. That’s ridiculous.”

“Come on. It’s all cut up.”

“You’re still beautiful,” Mila said, reaching out to touch my forehead. “Is that from…?”

“Yes,” I said. “Eventually. I didn’t want some masseuse getting her hooks on him, so I taught myself to do it. At least one of us gets to put her head on the other person’s lap.” She smiled up at me and reached up to run her fingertip down my nose to my lips and chin. It was two in the morning. That afternoon, I crunched myself down in the passenger seat when she started the engine and drove out of the car parking, but my body didn’t react anywhere near as badly as I’d expected. I wriggled at the touch of her fingers on the bottoms of my toes.