The vagina is what’s inside.”
Mila grinned. Some of the things, like the dreams, I couldn’t find the words to express, so I said I hadn’t been sleeping well. I was so busy analysing the sensation that I didn’t even remember to be stressed when Mila drove us back. “Hello, Ms L_____,” she said. Mila got me over my car phobia enough that on the last day of her visit we went out and bought me another car, a small hatchback with manual transmission, but I learnt to drive on a car with manual transmission and I have no problems with it. “I took a fortnight off work to check up on you,” she said. “I already told you, I can’t even get wet anymore.”
“Your flush and your nipples don’t agree,” Mila said. I don’t know how many orgasms I had before, utterly exhausted, I fell back limply; I’d lost count after the seventh.
