“Stop that!”
“In a bit,” she said, grinning. I had spent the morning settling final bills and taking care of all the rest of the minutiae that accompanies this kind of undertaking, as anyone else who’s ever done it must know. There was something very familiar about her but I couldn’t think where we might have met. So, I was told, I was “lucky”, only I did not feel lucky. I wondered if she’d ever been in a bad accident herself, but wanting to talk about pain and bloodshed was the last thing I wanted to do. “It’s nice to meet you in person.”
“Um…” Amanda glanced over her shoulder. 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.
